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          GENEVIEVE WAS outside the small theatre   ,   munching on a cookie   .   her script was splayed before her   ,   a mess of pink highlights and glitter pen annotations   .   the wind was blowing   ,   but today   ,   for once   ,   it seemed gentle   .   “   would you like a cookie   ?   ”   she offered to the first person who came near her   ,   an infectious energy dripping out of her smile   .   “   they’re pretty good and just a tiny bit stale   .   plus   ,   they come with my company   ,   free of charge   !   ”   she was practically begging at that point   ,   with her big doe eyes   .   there was only so much shakespeare eve could read before trying to rip out her hair   ,   strand by strand   .

Behind gold-toned sunglasses, Adelita spared a glance in the other’s direction. The shades dipped down the bridge of her nose and her eyes narrowed slightly. The offering was meager at best. A waste of time at worst. But Adelita was nothing if not an avid procrastinator, and she was willing to bite just this once. “What flavor?” She questioned, eyeing the bag of cookies warily. “If it’s oatmeal raisin, I’ll pass.”

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according to the school records, ADELITA SANTIAGO has been attending sacred heart for the past TWO YEARS . i last saw them hanging around STAN’S PLACE ; i think they were CLOSELY INSPECTING EVERY PATRON ENTERING AND LEAVING THE BAR . at TWENTY years old , lita has been studying PSYCHOLOGY . and get this , i heard that they WERE SHIPPED OFF TO SACRED HEART AFTER A NASTY FIGHT WITH THEIR STEPMOTHER — figure it’s true ? everyone around here always associates them with THE INCESSANT POPPING OF BRIGHT PINK BUBBLEGUM , GOLDEN RINGS GLISTENING IN THE SUNLIGHT , and A DULL ACHE RESOUNDING THROUGH A HOLLOW CHEST . in the time since these strange happenings , they HAVE NOT encountered unexplained occurrences .

it’s me again, back to introduce a new muse!

BACKGROUND

born & raised in mexico city (ie mexico’s capitol)

her mother died during childbirth, which left her father to raise adelita on his own

he did a very good job of that while also running his own flourishing business

adelita’s father developed a habit of spoiling her once he had the means to do so

because of this, adelita’s life was perfect until she was thirteen

that’s when her stepmother (marisol) came into the picture

basically, marisol was a gold digger who loved her father’s money

marisol eventually moved the whole family (including a stepbrother) to spain 

stepmother felt threatened once adelita grew into her looks & started tormenting her 

on top of that, adelita was bullied at her private school

everything came to a head on adelita’s eighteenth birthday

her stepmother took her aside and told her something so cruel, so offensive, that adelita will not repeat it to this day

in retaliation, adelita physically attacked her stepmother in front of all their guests

that’s what got her sent to sacred heart by her father, who was beyond mortified

he’s on the verge of cutting her out of his will and has taken his wife’s side, but hopes that time at university will set adelita straight

even though adelita has promised to behave, she can often be found at stan’s place because she wants to rebel however she (safely) can

PERSONALITY

fake it ‘til you make it, right? (see: adelita acts like hot shit despite thinking otherwise)

flaunts all of the trendy outfits, jewelry, etc that her dad’s money buys

because she’s upset with her dad, she gladly spends his money 

if you kiss her ass, there’s a chance she’ll drop a few grand on you for the hell of it

swoons and fawns over anyone with more money than her

so far, she hasn’t had any experiences with the creepy/spooky happenings 

because of this, she laughs off every rumor she hears

and will most likely mock anyone who tries to convince her otherwise

chaotic bisexual who gladly hooks up with men and women alike

anything to get back at her father and numb the pain she’s experiencing deep down

she will 100% do things out of spite, even if it’s to her own detriment 

may or may not be willing to throw hands at any given time

PLOTS/CONNECTIONS

roommate — adelita’s father insists that she stays on campus, so her roommate has to hear her complaining constantly about their dorm

bad influences — someone who encourages her risky and wild behavior and probably uses her money as they please

good influences — someone who is trying their best to reel her in

exes — adelita fuels her wavering ego by breaking hearts and taking names and has little concern about her exes

booty calls — gender doesn’t matter as long as they’re cute and temporary

stepbrother — think of the messiness of her stepbrother attending the same school, having to interact with a stepsister he probably hates

LINKS

a full bio page

details a bit more of her background and the messiness of it all

again, no other links.......forgive me

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jacqucs:

his    own    notes   had    long    since   been    forgotten    as   the    thought    of   the    tunnels    sprang   upon    his    mind.   jacques    attention    was   now    transfixed    on   the    young    man   before    him.    truth   be    told,    he   would    not    have   assumed    that    roman   would    suffer    from   arachnophobia.    perhaps    it   was    jacques    attempting    to   run    from    his   work,    or    he   was    truly    interested    to   understand    the    complex    nature   of    fear.    ‘    spiders?    you   are    afraid    of   spiders?    ‘    the   fact    that    there   would    only    be   bugs    and    sewer   water    down    there   was    disappointing    to   say    the    least.   ‘    that’s    tragic…   i    was    hoping   for    something    more   scandalous    down    there.   perhaps    a    lost   treasure    or    a    hidden    grave…   ‘    

Truth be told, spiders didn’t particularly frighten Roman. It’d been a spur of the moment confession, fueled only by his incessant need to steer the conversation elsewhere. He wasn’t particularly fond of discussing anything that could be remotely odd, bizarre, or downright creepy. The serious of underground tunnels just below their feet seemed to fall under all three categories. “I mean...” Roman trailed off, awkwardly tapping his pencil against the tabletop. “The big, furry ones are definitely gross — and don’t get me started on the venomous ones. You’re more likely to get bit by a black widow than find any treasure. But what would I know, right?”

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efitzgerald:

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TWO  MONTHS  INTO  the  semester  and  esther  could  already  feel  herself  slowly  spiraling  into  a  depressive  episode.  coursework  piled  up  and  class  readings  fell  behind,  unable  to  find  the  ENERGY  needed  to  read  the  usual  hundreds  of  pages  a  day.  what  is  the  point?  what  are  you  planning  on  doing?  two  years  at  sacred  heart  have  felt  like  a  blur  that  only  cleared  in  these  moments,  when  her  mother’s  voice  entered  her  head—–   “  but  what  are  you  D O I N G  esther?  ”   mind  wrestling  with  itself,  the  quiet  girl  decided  it  might  be  worth  it  to  spend  some  time  out  of  her  stuffy  dorm.  fresh  air  is  good  for  the  soul—-  or  something  like  that,  right?  she  wandered  the  campus  grounds,  february  chills  sending  a  shiver  up  her  spine.  in  some  subconscious  act  she  found  herself  outside  of  the  locked  cathedral  and  couldn’t  help  but  let  out  a  soft  laugh  before  taking  a  few  steps  up  towards  the  door,  only  to  stop  and  sit  half  way  up  the  stairs.  a  silence  follows  for  who  knows  how  long,  time  seemed  frozen  in  that  moment  as  thoughts  came  and  went.  she  barely  even  noticed  the  presence  of  another  until  her  vision  seemed  to  snap  back.   “  oh,  uh … hi. ”

Religion and Roman had once gone hand in hand. Much of his youth was spent tucked between his parents in the pews of a local church — obedient as ever, intently listening to their pastor preach his sermon. Most people his age had gone through similar experiences. But with distance came newfound freedom, and with this freedom came experiences and emotions that contradicted this upbringing. Passing by the cathedral dredged up every concern he so desperately tried to ignore, but not even Roman could deny the building’s pull. Feet dragging along cracks in the pavement, his eyes were first pulled to the pillars holding the church together. The moment a voice called out to him, however, his gaze promptly shifted. A recognizable face stared right back at him. It didn’t take long to put a face to the name. “Hi, uh — Esther, right? I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

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jacqucs:

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‘    have    you   ever    been    in   the    tunnels?    ‘    the    question   seemingly    came    out   of    nowhere,    after   a    long    silent   pause    his    voice   echoed    through    the   air.    a    pensive   expression    marking    otherwise   delicate    features,    dark   hues    and    even   darker    rings    beneath   his    eyes    averted   to    meet    the   other’s    gaze.    ‘    i    wonder   what    might    be   down    there…    ‘    truth    be   told,    this    was   a    thought    which   often    frequented    his   mind,    one    which   could    only    be   satisfied    by    an   adventure    of    vast   magnitude    within    the   unsanctified    halls.    

So transfixed by his own note-taking, the abrupt question threw Roman for a loop. His fingers tensed around the pencil in his grasp, and the pressure he applied was so fierce that the tip completely snapped. “I have a fear of spiders,” Roman promptly chimed in, ignoring the mess that now lay before him. “So I try not to think too much about it. Pretty sure all you’ll find are some bugs and dirty sewer water.” 

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ecphorics:

( @eulcgy· ) –– 𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 !

she’s  learned  not  to  inquire  about  estella’s  whereabouts.  sometimes,  the  girl  would  just  not  return  to  their  room  at  night,  and  at  first,  michal  would  get  concerned,  ask  her  about  it  the  next  morning,  but  she’s  ADAPTED  to  the  feeling  of  being  alone  in  the  room,  and  has  learned  to  take  advantage  of  being  some  place  without  a  second  person  occupying  the  same  space  as  her.  she  is  sitting  on  the  floor,  legs  tucked  neatly  underneath  herself  as  she  balances  her  weight  on  her  feet.  in  front  of  her  lies  a  plastic  ouija  board,  her  fingers  perched  PRECARIOUSLY  on  the  wooden  planchet.  she  takes  a  deep  breath,  closes  her  eyes,  and  the  words  “  are  there  any  spirits  in  the  room  with  me  right  now?  ”  leave  her  mouth.  the  planchet  starts  to  move,  her  eyes  flutter  open  to  watch  it,  and  as  soon  as  it  hovers  over  the  word  yes,  there  is  a  bump  at  her  door.  her  head  SNAPS  to  look  at  the  source  of  the  noise,  and  she  carefully  and  shakily  rises  to  walk  towards  it,  hand  fumbling  with  the  doorknob  to  greet  her  new  visitor.  “  hello?  ”  she  asks  as  the  door  reaches  its  most  open  position  and  it’s  revealed  that  her  visitor  seems  to  be  just  an  average  student.  “  can  i  help  you?  ”

One moment, there are scattered papers and open textbooks coating his desk. The telltale pull of slumber tugs at every fiber of his being, but his grip on a half-empty cup of coffee remains steadfast. A slow, languid blink of his eyes ends when his eyelids are too heavy to pry back open. There’s a lapse in memory that ensues. Nothing but complete and total emptiness that fills the void between the before and after. What feels like no time at all slips past, and he only comes to when there’s a hard surface colliding directly with his nose. Hissing in pain, Roman barely has any time to register where he is or what’s just happened. He’s got one hand around his nose and the other up against the door when it opens. Luckily, he catches himself on the door frame before he falls forward. However, he’s now face-to-face with someone looking as bewildered as he feels. “Oh,” is all he manages. “Where...uh, where am I?”

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according to the school records, ROMAN MOORE has been attending sacred heart for the past THREE YEARS . i last saw them hanging around JOHN BRACKEN LIBRARY ; i think they were INSPECTING A PILE OF DILAPIDATED BOOKS . at TWENTY ONE years old , roman has been studying LAW . and get this , i heard that they SOMETIMES WAKE UP ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE WOODS — figure it’s true ? everyone around here always associates them with EMBERS OF A DYING FIRE , COFFEE STAINS ON OLD PARCHMENT , and FOOTPRINTS LEFT IN DAMP DIRT . in the time since these strange happenings , they HAVE encountered unexplained occurrences .

what’s up, guys! rai’s the name and raising hell’s the game. in all seriousness, i’m very excited to be part of this group and want to briefly introduce you to my son, roman!

BACKGROUND

raised by two loving, doting parents in california

was their golden child who excelled at just about everything

isn’t spoiled, but has never known what it’s like to struggle either

life was perfectly normal, absolutely average (generic af)

up until he received an acceptance letter to secret heart

kept his head low and tried to see the good in the school, then people went missing

that’s when the sleepwalking started

some nights, he’ll go to sleep and wake up in his own bed

other nights, completely unprompted, he wakes up at the edge of the woods

he tries to pull all-nighters as often as possible, but eventually crashes/passes out

currently trying to get his law degree, but his grades are starting to slip

used to frequently exchange letters with his parents, but they’re extremely rare now

essentially, he feels completely alone in a foreign country, in a school he’s convinced may or may not kill him at some point

PERSONALITY

honestly, he’s never been anything less than perfect and that’s a HUGE problem now

he literally cannot fathom the fact this is something out of his control

he likes to ignore the obvious (ie his sleepwalking) in the hopes that it’ll just go away

went from bright & bubbly to a “god has forsaken me” mentality

slowly turning into a disaster bi rather than a functional bi

speaking of bi, that’s just another issue he keeps tucked away 

because there’s really not a lot of time to deal with an identity crisis

genuinely tries to be nice to his peers, but finds it increasingly hard to keep his cool

bro if you see him crying in an empty classroom or in a private section of the library

just leave him be

he is simply vibing too hard

PLOTS/CONNECTIONS

a roommate — they live in red deer hall together, but roman probably tries to write off his random sleepwalking as just going out for early walks

a confidant — against his better judgement, roman tells them about his problems and doesn’t feel quite so alone when they’re together

an enemy — for any number of reasons, they don’t get along and roman’s patience for their assholery is wearing thin

a fling — roman really doesn’t have time to be hitting hotties up, but he is indeed a disaster bi and can’t help himself sometimes

an ex — roman was a very good boyfriend up until the sleepwalking happened, which is when he broke up with (and started to avoid) them

a friend — please...he is so lonely and in need of a hug

LINKS

a full bio page

that’s it, i’m sorry

please still love me

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The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.‘

Anais Nin (via wnq-writers)