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her misery wasn't loud, just lovely enough to go unnoticed.

BASIC INFORMATION.

name : misery navarro.

nickname (s) : missy.

age / birthday : 26, october 8th.

birthday : october 15th.

gender & pronouns : cis woman + she / her.

orientation : pansexual.

birthplace : atlanta, georgia.

length in windsor bay: one week.

current housing: downtown.

occupation: waitress at sunrise diner.

QUESTIONNARE.

“What’s it like, living in Windsor Bay? Did you ever picture yourself settling down here or did you always know this would be your home?”

“I haven’t really been here too long, but I think it’s absolutely beautiful. It’s gotta be one of the top three not only for the scenery, but for how kind a lot of folks are ‘round here. Especially when you’ve spent the last few months in the big city, it’s easily to forget what small town livin’ is like. Now, as for settling … ” she lets out an quick laugh, innocent in nature but overall telling of her own train of thoughts, “I don’t see that happenin’ any time soon. Not that there’s anythin’ wrong with Windsor, I think it’s absolutely beautiful, but I don’t see myself settlin’ anywhere any time soon. I’ve barely even scratched the surface of all the places I wanna go, but who knows .. maybe one day in the future I could make my way over again. Only time will tell.”

“If you could recommend one hidden gem around town everyone should try, what is it? What makes it so special?”

“I feel like I’m the one that should be the one askin’ you that question,” a humor filled brow raising as she leans forward, chin now being propped up by the palm of her hand, “And don’t be holdin’ out on me. I want to know what your best hidden gem could be. Maybe even your top three.”

“What’s your family like? Are you still close, or have you blocked all their numbers?”

This was a touchy subject for her. The only family she’s ever known was her father — a man who cared more about when he’d be getting his next bottle than the little child under his care. The one forced to grow up early and learn to not only care for herself, but the only parental figure in her life. She doesn’t speak about it, though. She never does. That part of her life being kissed goodbye the second she’d hopped onto that bus and left Louisiana for good — waiting for it to become a fading memory. “Ya know … family is family. You hate ‘em so much, but can’t help but to love ‘em.” And as much as it pains her to say, she does love him. How fucked up was that?

“Do you have any regrets? What are they?”

“That I didn’t leave sooner.” It’s said with a smile and the only response Missy has to give. She won’t define what she means nor does she go into detail — it was an answer that was just there. Quick, swift and hardly needing any thought.

BACKSTORY.

triggers: verbal abuse, alcoholism, instance of violence, child neglect.

their first red flag was the night she was born. her name was suppose to be "mireya", but her father had been too drunk to give the doctors the correct name and her mother exhausted from more than just birth to give any corrections. so, that's who she became: misery. almost poetic in a sense when you think about how things turned out. a foreshadow almost. life growing up was as chaotic as one could picture. her mother seemingly numb to the world and her father more focused on getting his next bottle than do his part in being a boyfriend and a father. nights filled with the loud shouts of her father and the cries her mother tried to keep silent, but never seemed to manage. from a young age, missy always wondered why her mother put up with everything she did. why she stayed when every night ended in heartache. misery loved her mother and would go anywhere she would. only the sentiment was never shared. she'd only been five years old when her mother disappeared and left her only child behind. nothing but a note that she'd never gotten the chance to read before her father ripped it to shreds, tossed it in the garbage and twisted the lid open of his next whiskey bottle. misery never got to know what her mother's last words were before turning in a ghost. it was the night of her mother's disappearing that she learned that there was no one around who would be the one looking after her. she had to do it on her own and, on top of that, she had to be the one to also look after her father. that's how it went for years. misery fending for herself, turning her father on his side every night and waking up early enough in the mornings to ensure he'd been sober enough to get to work. by night, she'd been the replacement of her mother in her dad's eye. a face that reminded him so much of the woman who left that all his anger seemed to pour onto misery — countless nights ending the same way her mother's had until her skin grew tough enough that she didn't cry anymore. it didn't mean the words hurt any less. at the age of nineteen, that's when missy kissed goodbye the life she'd been forced to be apart of. it was another night of anger being thrown at her, but it was her final night of being a punching bag for all that rage. misery didn't keep quiet that time. no, she stood up for herself. said some equally awful things to her father (all true) and when he realized he couldn't break her in the same way, his hand struck her face. that was the end. it's almost as if life seemed to repeat itself: missy had become a ghost just like her mother did. packing up as much as she could into one duffle bag and hopped onto a bus with whatever cash she managed to save up throughout the years. leaving both her father and georgia behind for good. becoming a ghost in people's lives is how she choose to spend her years. hopping from town to town, state to state all while leaving her mark until the day she felt like she was ready for something new. jumping onto the next bus or train without as much of a goodbye to any of the friends she'd met along the way. it's always been easier that way for her. a girl scared of building true connections and preferring to keep everyone at the surface. the only dream she's ever had was to see the world, focus on her present and not have to waste her time worrying about what's happened or what could come next. she thrives with living in the moment and that's how she prefers it.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

she's new in town, so all connections could be first meetings if anyone wants to build on chem!

otherwise, i'd love to see people she's met throughout the seven years of traveling, faces from her hometown, one night stands, regulars she's getting to know at the diner, roommate(s), fast friends, sibling-like relationships, etc.

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