#manoa.intro

[siennafordman]

was that SIENNA FORDMAN i saw heading towards the water? you know the TWENTY-FIVE year old from LANIKAI COVE? can you believe she's only lived  in manoa bay for THREE YEARS, it seems like so much longer. last i checked she was known around town as the ELITIST because of her tendency to be CUNNING and CRUEL, but what else did you expect from a SCORPIO who reminds you of A BIRKIN CARRYING DADDY’S BLACK AMEX CARD, A PERFECTLY TIMED EYE ROLL, IMPENETRABLE EMOTIONAL WALLS TEN FEET HIGH, THE MOST DEVASTATING COMMENT YOU’VE EVER HEARD DROPPED FROM GLOSSED LIPS. since hayden's disappearance she has been happily working as the HEIRESS AND MANAGER at LUXE, but that's all about to change because the eye HAS set their sights on exposing all of their lies, as well as [REDACTED]. i really hope she doesn't incriminate herself.

BASICS

full name: sienna bridget fordman pronouns: she/her nicknames: sisi hometown: manhattan, new york city birthday & age: october 27th / 25 years old relationship status: single sexuality: straight, but not narrow occupation: manager and heiress of luxe education: bachelors degree in art history from columbia university

BIOGRAPHY

sienna bridget fordman was born in manhattan to arthur and elizabeth fordman, an entrepreneur and a fashion designer who had built an empire of department stores together. sienna grew up with the shiniest of silver spoons in her mouth, always dressed in the best that her parents' stores had to offer, and expecting nothing less. despite generally distant parents, her childhood was nothing short of idyllic, doted on by the finest nannies that money could buy, knowing in her heart that she was special.

such a privileged and entitled upbringing with very little emotional attention from her parents left sienna as a somewhat abrasive teenager. well, we can call it like it is; she was the cruel dictator of hudson school for girls, the modern-day blair waldorf. harsh punishments were given out for the crimes of a mis-matching outfit or for talking to some boy she had her eye on. ruthless and cunning, she had hoards of minions poised and ready to do her bidding, and they absolutely did.

given that her parents owned a beautiful beach-front mansion in lanikai cove, as well as a branch of their junior clothing store luxe, sienna spent her summers in manoa bay, the warmth and lushness a welcome change from the concrete jungle of manhattan. her summers here were magical, full of boat rides on crystal-clear waters, love notes scribbled in the sand, and nights full of stars that she thought would never end. although still someone abrasive and occasionally cutting, she was a different person in the summer. kinder, lighter, someone she almost liked.

these trips continued until the summer before her sophomore year at college when something happened that made her all but run from the town and back to manhattan. for the next three years, she hid out in her parents' penthouse, going quietly to and from her classes at columbia, her social media accounts totally silent. her next instagram post was a picture of her in a cap and gown, clutching her art history degree as if nothing had happened, and nothing more was said.

feeling somewhat lost after graduation, sienna decided to face her demons and return to manoa to take over the branch of luxe there and learn the family business that she would one day inherit. of course, there are ghosts in that town that she is terrified of encountering again, but as her father always says, nobody keeps a fordman down. after all, she was special. that's what everyone had always said. nothing could touch her.

sienna's true passion is painting in the little room overlooking the ocean at her parents' mansion. every day she spends at least an hour in the little studio she built for herself, beautiful landscapes of manhattan, of idaho where her grandparents live, of manoa itself. she'd never let anyone ever see the paintings, but if she did, they would certainly have a few questions about the sombre figure of a little girl that stands with her back to the viewer in the corner of each painting.

EXTRA INFO

languages: english, french social media handles: siennafordman everywhere likes: designer brands, the ocean at 6 am, oil paints on a large canvas, mango smoothies, driving around town in my bronco. dislikes: fake-nice people, cauliflower, being vulnerable, smalltalk fears: having made the wrong decision hobbies: painting, surfing, yoga, photography

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

height: 5'4 build: slim and curvy eye color:  green-blue hair color: blonde piercings: earlobes tattoos:  a small lowercase 'm' on wrist

CONNECTIONS

jasper st. james: they spent a summer together five years ago that was abruptly ended when he ghosted her, leaving her heartbroken and extremely lost. the two haven't spoken since. lorelei "lore" lyons: the most unlikely of friends. for years, lore was nora's weird little sister but after nora's death, sienna took a liking to the younger girl. they support each other.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

friends: even a total bitch needs a friend or two enemies: you really think this girl doesn't have a few enemies? friend with benefits: yeah, she's got rock-solid walls up, but she still has an itch to scratch

[lothari0z]

(  leo  woodall,  cis  man,  he / him,  muse  27  )  was  that  NICHOLAS  "NICKY"  WILSON  i  saw  heading  towards  the  water?  you  know  the  TWENTY  FIVE  year  old  from  MOONLIGHT  BEACH?  can  you  believe  they've  only  lived  in  manoa  bay  for  FOUR  YEARS,  it  seems  like  so  much  longer.  last  i  checked  they  were  known  around  town  as  the  LOTHARIO  because  of  their  tendency  to  be  MAGNETIC  and  ROGUISH,  but  what  else  did  you  expect  from  an  ARIES  who  reminds  you  of  SPONTANEOUS JOYRIDES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, DOING LINES OFF THE DASH ; DRINKING A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE ALONE IN A HOT TUB ; COLLUM STAINED WITH ROSE LIPSTICK AND TAUPE BRUISES ; THE FAINT SCENT OF EXPENSIVE COLOGNE MIXED WITH GRAPE FLAVORED CIGARILLOS ; SURFACE LEVEL GOLDEN RETRIEVER ENERGY COMPENSATING FOR UNSPOKEN INNER DEMONS …  since  hayden's  disappearance  they  have  been  happily  working  as  a  FOOD  TRUCK  VENDOR  at  KAIHOLENA  PARK,  but  that's  all  about  to  change  because  the  eye  HAS  set  their  sights  on  exposing  all  of  their  lies,  as  well  as  [ REDACTED ].  i  really  hope  they  don't  incriminate  themself.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: mentions of alcohol/drugs, child neglect, & death.

⸻   BASIC

FULL NAME.    nicholas clyde wilson

NICKNAMES.    nicky , nick , asshole

BIRTHDATE.    april 19th

AGE. twenty five

ZODIAC. aries

IDENTITY.    cis man , he / him

SEXUALITY.    heteroflexible

OCCUPATION. food truck vendor & part time dealer

INSPIRATION. pinterest , playlist.

⸻  BACKGROUND

wayne wilson was a name well known to the authorities and, if anything, that only further coaxed the chief’s rebellious daughter into the dirtbag’s bed. was still just a kid himself at seventeen years when nicky was brought into the world.

unfortunately for the junior wilson, his mom passed due to unforeseen complications after giving birth, and so he was left with only his dad and paternal grandmother. considering wayne was a deadbeat, on top of being in and out of jail, grandma wilson was the one to look after little nicky through his childhood.

so without having a hope in hell from the get go, nicky was raised in the sweltering depths of louisiana in a household that always had some form of drugs or alcohol ( usually both ) at his family's disposal at any given time. therefore, he was exposed to these addictions at a very early age and would eventually follow the same path, but to a lesser degree.

as the apple of his grandma's eye, for some reason, he could do no wrong. when, in fact, he did very wrong, at any given moment. nicky was labelled a problem child by his teachers. it started off with him being an annoying punk kid, disrupting class and clowning around with his friends. but as he got older, the problem grew with him.

scandalous affairs were a common occurrence whenever he was in attendance at school ( he got caught 👉👌💦). so if he didn't skip, he was sent home regularly / suspended. however, he never let his grandma know the difference ( if she'd even notice anyway ) and he'd stay out on the streets all day -- drinking, smoking, wreaking havoc on the city -- until school was let out and it'd be time for him to go home.

eventually, nicky would flip a final fuck you to the system and drop out of high school. who needs big brains?? certainly NOT him. instead of pursing a fruitful career like every other kid on the block, he started doing odd jobs for his family that weren't exactly ... legal by the technical term BUT what he lacked in book smarts, he made up in street smarts and learned to be a pretty elusive / silver tongued dude when it came to the cops.

just shy of his twenty first birthday, he inherited ( really was given ) a whole ass fancy home in moonlight beach and a nice chunk of change from a relative. rumor has it some shady business was going on in there and so having nicky live there was all a cover up to keep the cops from sniffing around. but that's just the rumor mill, and honestly who cares?? he got a free home, away from his fucked up family so yeehaw? ig??

without ever having any real big bills to pay, thanks to the inheritance, nicky did well to save up a huge chunk of his earnings. going from dirt poor to living a life of luxury, nicky was quick to transform himself. he basically cut all contact with his immediate family and was able to live comfortably until kicking things off for himself in manoa bay. his party playboy lifestyle just amplified tenfold though, an avid pleasure-seeker in whatever the nightlife had to offer.

having lived in manoa bay now for fours years, he's built an entire new life for himself and has been through all kinds of ups and downs. tried his hand at several different jobs around the bay until he bought a food truck at an auction, pimped it out, and started his own vendor business in kaiholena park ( where he sometimes ... has a secret "special" menu if you ever need a party favor wink wink ), he still feels alone even when surround by a crowd of people and lowkey started dabbling in bad habits as a means to blur his sorrows away, and he's whored himself around enough that he's accidentally caused some rifts in relationships / friendships / etc oops. but he's just out here living life!!! let the good times roll baby!!

⸻  HEADCANONS

spitting image of his dad, much to his dismay.

while he can obviously still be a troublemaker and all around jackass, nicky has very high golden retriever energy. he wants to have a good time, but he wants everyone else to have a good time too. no party poopers on his watch.

also has a soft spot for his inner circle, has no qualms when it comes to protecting his territory and his people, and is no stranger to violence.

guilty pleasure is reality tv, specifically dating shows ( too hot to handle would be perf for him ). once upon a time he auditioned to get on one, made it to the final steps, but had schedule conflicts and couldn't do it ... forever sad about it.

he's also a big gamer. homeboy has a collection of all his old favorite consoles / handhelds and a pretty sick pc set up.

drives a souped up black dodge challenger bc he likes squealing his tires and rattling his ribcage with boosted bass tracks, but also owns a loud af dirtbike that he rips around on the beach at night to 'clear his head'.

sometimes gets the urge to check in on his dad every so often bc as much as he tainted nicky's childhood, the senior wilson also showed him some sort of love in his own fucked up way?? but then he's like lmao nah and goes back to his day to day.

deep down, like way deep, nicky knows he's toeing a dangerous line between maintaining his own path and veering onto the same road his dad went down. it's terrifying, but he won't speak a word about it bc talking about feelings and being vulnerable wasn't taught in his family. so he just bottles that shit up and puts on a grin.

⸻  PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

THE ARCANE : the lothario is always trying to convince the arcane to come out of their shell and have a good time.

THE BENEVOLENT :  ex friends with benefits.

THE PURITANICAL :  have broken up and gotten back together more times than they can count.

THE THRILL SEEKER :   matched on tinder previously.

⸻  TAKEN CONNECTIONS

tba ( let's make some 🤙 )

[orionxyu]

“ WISH I COULD BE THERE FOR YOU; GIVE ME A REASON TO ”

(  chase sui wonders,  cis woman,  she/her,  muse  29  )  was  that  ORION YU  i  saw  heading  towards  the  water?  you  know  the  TWENTY-SIX  year  old  from  KAUAI CREST?  can  you  believe  they've  only  lived  in  manoa  bay  for  HER WHOLE LIFE,  it  seems  like  so  much  longer.  last  i  checked  they  were  known  around  town  as  the  PURITANICAL because  of  their  tendency  to  be  COMPASSIONATE  and  PRIGGISH,  but  what  else  did  you  expect  from  a  CANCER  who  reminds  you  of  PAINT-SPLATTERED JEANS, SINGING ALONG TO YOUR FAVORITE SONG, AND THE FEELING OF THE SUN KISSING YOUR SKIN  …  since  hayden's  disappearance  they  have  been  happily  working  as  a/an  SURFBOARD ARTIST  at  ISLAND SURF CO,  but  that's  all  about  to  change  because  the  eye  HAS  set  their  sights  on  exposing  all  of  their  lies,  as  well  as  {REDACTED} .  i  really  hope  they  don't  incriminate  themself. 

INTRODUCING…

NAME: Orion Isabel Yu

GENDER & PREFERRED PRONOUNS: Cis woman {She/Her}

AGE: 26

BIRTHDAY: June 27, 1998

ZODIAC: Cancer Sun, Pisces Rising, Leo Moon

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Taken

FACE CLAIM: Chase Sui Wonders

OCCUPATION: Surfboard Artist @ Island Surf Co.

HOMETOWN: Manoa Bay, HI

CHARACTER PLAYLIST: HERE.

UP NEXT: “SUNFLOWER” BY POST MALONE & SWAE LEE

BIOGRAPHY: TW RELIGION

It was raining when Orion was born. Being a rainbow baby only meant there'd be tears all around the hospital room. Her mother swore that the rain was just the world crying too. 'Til this day, Orion loves the rain. In fact, one can catch her dancing in the rain or dawning her swimsuit and swimming in the rain. Storms never scare her - nor does any darkness.

The Yu home is and always have been filled with love. It's a compliment most recieved by guests; How warm the house is - that it's definitely a home not just a house. Orion and her family feel it through and through. One of Orion's most cherished memories being the time they painted the kitchen yellow, singing The Beatles out loud and not at all in harmony. Though, to them it felt like a perfect harmony in the moment.

With her mother being a hippie and her father being a noble Christian man, how compassion-filled Orion was just made sense. From helping the church's choir out to braking for small birds - the girl was known to over water plants from such a young age. This pooled over into her personal life: her friends, those who don't deserve it, and strangers. She always gave, and never expected anything in return. This easily made her well liked in the community, but also made her a target.

Throughout her schooling career, the girl was always surrounded by friends. She never truly understood why. This being because she always had a nose in a book, or took up extra time in the art studio. She never complained, instead welcoming everyone who came up to her for what they were. This made her a sort of oddity yet a sanctuary of a person through the personal hell of high school. A breath of fresh air when all that seemed to matter was your socioeconomic status and who you were friends with.

Painting her father's car was one of her gifts for Christmas and she was elated. Getting to paint the bathrooms was a birthday present. For graduation, she got to paint the garage. Notoriously known for having paint dried under her fingertips, the Yu girl poured her heart out into her artwork. Her room was well known in her friend group for being a work in progress that would never fully be done, due to Orion constantly painting and repainting over the walls. When she officially moved out, the first thing she did was paint the walls of her apartment. Is she done with it? No - it's just a work in progress.

Whilst her mother and her would fill water balloons with paint and throw them at canvases, her father and her would take to the waves. Surfing has always been a love of hers, thanks to her dad. Being on the water is one of her happy places, and one of the only places she feels truly serene. She went wild customizing her board one day, and now it's a career for her. Go Orion, go! Turning fun hobbies into a hustle was just a magical click for her, and she's very humble about it.

What brought a rift between her and her family wasn't only because she decided not to go to college. It was also religious reasons. As she grew, she started to realize that not all Christian beliefs settled well with her. Dinners became debates about the Bible, and soon her father and her were at odds. She still hasn't fully dedicated herself to fixing the relationship, but she also feels that her father should be trying to put in effort as well. Her mother has been begging for them to talk again, and Orion is close to cracking cause it's Orion.

Recently, Orion has been thriving. She's just trying to live everyday to the fullest, honestly, as well as spread some positivity wherever she goes.

EXTRA-EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT HER!

Orion loves a good debate. She's not malicious about anything, but she does love to play Devil's advocate for the sake of learning another's perspective. This sometimes makes her look like she's being condescending or like she believes her own beliefs are better - but, that's simply not the case. Orion isn't a judgemental person. She's the complete opposite. Always willing to accept people at face value, the girl is known to be a good friend to various individuals in the community. She's always willing to lend a hand to whoever is in need, even those who might not deserve it. This often leads her into trouble, but she expertly cleans up messes seeing that she's been cleaning up everyone's messes since she was younger. Orion was the popular girl in school who made all the other popular kids be nice to individuals. She takes pride in being nice, it's her philosophy, and doesn't understand why people can't just let others live their lives. She's a bit guarded. This comes from the fact that some people saw her as a trophy as opposed to a girlfriend during her high school years. But, when she does love, it's with her whole heart. One can easily find her surfing the waves or skateboarding at the skatepark, if she isn't working on her art. She's athletic and loves sports; she can easily learn a new sport without much effort being put in. Very much a person you can get high with in the early AMs and discuss conspiracies with. She's accidentally comedic with her words. She's all about staying out of people's business, and only asks questions when someone is opening up. She's a great advice-giver but doesn't follow her own advice, sadly. All around, she's positive vibes and loves to have fun in life. It's about the simple things with her.

PERSONALITY:

+ Compassionate, Free-Spirited, and Comedic

- Priggish, Intangible, and Self-Critical

[mourningnews]

hey guys ! sunny here ! with my baby named.......... sunny ????

the basics.

NAME: sunny havery

SKELETON: the nice guy

AGE: twenty two

GENDER: cis man

PRONOUNS: he/him

ZODIAC SIGN: cancer

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual, biromantic

DND ALIGNMENT: chaotic good

TV TROPES: friend to all living things, broken ace, stepford smiler, meaningful name

                                        headcanons.

nerdjock blueprint, he's what the term nerdjock was based off of honestly. despite no longer being a surfer, sunny is super into sports and works out whenever he can. nowadays, his focus is more on the nerd side that he sort of abandoned in his teens. mostly, his personal time outside of work and friends is spent planning for when he arrives at the local bookstore, where once a week he is the dungeon master for a game of d&d for a group of local middle schoolers.

this is the guy to go to if you need any sort of stupid mundane task done. need help cleaning out your garage? need your oil changed? don't have the spoons to even clean your room? he's there. his love language is acts of service and god does it show. he's the second oldest of six siblings so he's absolutely no stranger to helping out and taking care of others. if you think your request is stupid, it definitely isn't.

absolutely wasn't always a well known party boy/friend to all. he started out the way most of us do before we learn to conform to others: as a nerdy outcast. sunny would never admit that his glowup and taking an interest in sports aided in him getting friends, he likes to believe that his good attitude and kindness earned him that itself. and, maybe it did a little.. but being hot helped.

the life of any party. he finds himself everywhere, and talking to everyone. it's a wonder how he makes time between drinking games and dancing to chat up the wallflowers, but somehow he does. that's the thing about sunny, he has time for everyone.

inwardly extremely self destructive, but tries to not make it anyone's problem. on nights where he definitely drinks too much and is no longer having any fun, he walks himself home before the party is over, never keen to bother anyone. this false sense of independence and stupid belief that he can handle anything himself gets him into shit a lot of the time.

has authority issues like no other. being raised to fear authority has made him see things the complete other way as an adult, where he tries to brush off and make a joke about everything. whenever anyone demonstrates a superior position over him, nervous laughter and awkward behavior come with the territory. his job performance is always worse when the owners of the boardwalk games check in.

speaking of the boardwalk, he loves his job there. besides the obvious of it just being a fun environment, he loves making friends with tourists and being their guide when he's off shift. and yes, those games are absolutely rigged. hate to tell you.

loves the ocean so very much. hours after work will be spent on the beach, right where the water meets the sand, collecting seashells. losing surfing was one of the biggest losses of his life (yes, even before both of his parental figures). when he gets a chance to play d&d instead of dming his own games, he is usually the same water genasi paladin he created at 13.

                                        biography.

abuse tw, alcoholism tw

sunny didn't blame his mother for leaving them, even when he was old enough to understand her choice. he just wished she'd taken him with her. he wished he'd remember her, known her as someone other than the woman who abandoned her two sons with a man who wasn't even their father. damiano havery, and his abuse, was all he really knew about a parent's love. his own father, to sunny's knowledge, not interested in meeting him, and his brother taking a lot of it to protect him. he wondered a lot in childhood if all kids were tough, and he was the weak one, or if joshua really was just that strong. his questions would be answered when he started going to school, happily sharing facts about the fantasy and sci-fi worlds he had entangled himself in, and a single glare from josh would have the kids around him scrambling to care— or, rather, be nice for their own sake. the appearance of a new mother, and over time, a whopping four new siblings to the bunch, signaled change for sunny. he kept his optimism, even as his stepmother, madison, overlooked him in favor of a bottle. somehow, sunny was convinced that he could win her over if her children loved him enough. so, he was the best older brother he could be, using all of the love joshua had shown him over the years to try and make this haunted house a home for someone. when they packed up for manoa bay, he considered telling someone the truth about why they were leaving so suddenly. more than a few times in those last few days he'd left the classroom, fully intending to march to the guidance counselor and tell her that his brother had been hurt. but, the thought that no one would take in six whole kids held him back. manoa bay proved to have some serious merits to it. when he wasn't cooking or cleaning for his siblings, he'd take them to the beach, and play with them for hours. while his older brother made money for them, he took care of housework. he also started taking on new hobbies in this time, and soon enough, surfing became his life. with newfound interests, more physical activity, and the pressures that came with being popular, sunny was fortunate to grow fast. he was as optimistic as ever, especially with how well his life away from home was going. he'd even begun helping his parents, albeit quietly, and attempting not to be seen by them. somehow, even now, he thought change was possible. it didn't hurt that he treated himself to whatever was still in the bottles madison had left behind. by the time he was ready to graduate high school, and joshua left off to miami, he made the mistake of believing that his stature and muscle were formidable now, that he didn't need to take his fancy scholarship and get out of there, that he could stay home and protect his siblings.. like josh did for him. this one misjudgment, and one night where he felt particularly bold enough to stand up to his father, would cost him any chance at a surfing career. it was stupid, being so messed up over a knee injury, but the deaths that would follow: first his stepmother, then his father, by josh's hand, wouldn't move him any. he'd been on autopilot those few months, and the spell would only be broken once his father's death had been deemed an accident. he recalled letting out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding in, noticing his siblings in the room for the first time. that night, he went to the rager of his life, and danced with all the prettiest people in manoa bay. fuck it, right?

[mourningnews]

sunny here ! here is francie aka my heart < 3

 the basics.

NAME: francie finch

SKELETON: the lost soul

AGE: twenty five

GENDER: nonbinary

PRONOUNS: she/they

ZODIAC SIGN: aries

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual, biromantic

DND ALIGNMENT: neutral good

TV TROPES: living emotional crutch, the confidant, heroic mime, the stoic

                                        headcanons.

first and most important thing to know about francie is that she's an artist. super into stopmotion animation, makes her own puppets out of wire and clay and felt.

also, every location listed on the main? they've made a tiny replica of already. they spend hours sculpting and painting and making everything just right

francie is based off of link from zelda, frisk from undertale, and so many other silent video game protagonists. they can go weeks without speaking, or if they're really comfortable, they'll yap without stopping for minutes at a time. texting is the safest bet if you really want a conversation with them. there was a point in time where they didn't speak at all, but this changed a few months after moving to manoa bay and finding their people.

jumping off of the last point, as you would expect, they're a fantastic listener. not the best at emoting, usually expressionless unless laughing, but their listening and observation skills are incomparable. will give you the best advice you've ever gotten in your life while just playing their nintendo ds like you aren't shaken next to them.

honestly? just a baby. a lot of their time spent silently watching and understanding people is a little bit toward the effort of understanding themself and the things they want out of life and connection, but when it comes time to put these things into practice, they're lost and shy away from it. they know everything about you, but not much about themself. that's why art is such a big passion, it gives them something to care about that's just separate from the self enough to not be scary but just personal enough to give the impression that they have their shit together.

one of the most passive, and least anxious people you have met in your life. she doesn't really waste time worrying about things. a lot of this energy goes into art, perfectionism, and a bit of competitiveness. they love to gameify simple things. really, turning anything into arts or games is the best way for them to engage. it takes away a lot of the pressure life has and the need to be so damn serious all the time.

fits into any and every friend group, and has spent most of her time as a floater in that way. she is happy in any circle, and provides a good listening ear to anyone who needs it. francie doesn't really consider popularity, doesn't realize she is sort of popular in terms of how many friends she's accumulated.

francie has been in a few relationships, but most of her romantic life is spent silently crushing and pining, too embarrassed to really make a move or say anything. how does one even express romantic interest???? all the people they've dated in the past have made the first move, and even that is shocking to them.

it's really funny, knowing someone who doesn't talk for weeks at a time in person, but their instagram story has 20+ additions to it a day. a lot of it is really just sharing art, memes, and movie stills, but there are a few videos of francie cooking and with her cat (who is named muppet btw)

documents EVERYTHING. they always have a camera or sketchbook on them, and if you've met them before, you're probably in a really nice scrapbook somewhere on their shelves.

                                        biography.

tw for fires

it wasn't that bianca and thomas disliked francine ("god, what kind of monster doesn't like their kid?"), they just never really got her. in a lot of ways, it was a blessing having a kid like her; sweet, well behaved, always kept herself busy, especially for a couple of teen parents. but, they'd always expected to have a connection to their kid in a way. share stories, talk until they had to remind her it was her bedtime, go on long car rides and never tire of one another.. francie did none of those things. she was pleasant, gracious and kind, and always made it clear she was listening to her parents, but they always felt sort of detached. it isn't the kid's fault. they though maybe they'd socialized her wrong somehow. despite all their best efforts, telling their child she could always tell them anything and she was their best friend, she always nodded, gave a stiff smile, and sat back in front of the television set. francie didn't realize she wasn't making a connection with her parents. in her opinion, they really were best friends. her mother always colored with her, and made scrambled eggs exactly the way she liked them (dad broke them up too much), and her father did her hair every morning before school. they were a good family, so why had they started to give her those sad looks? whenever her grandparents came around, they sat in a comfortable silence. or, on special occasions, they'd have her giggling and talking excitedly all day about the adventure they had planned (usually, it was catching frogs in the nearby lake). they always noticed their mother grow irritated when grandma would offer a piggyback ride, and francie made sure to remind her that grandma was still very young and had a surprisingly good back! somehow, this never made bianca feel better. the fire was an accident. francie's parents made sure to assure her of that, and that she wasn't in any trouble. but, she was old enough at this point to know better, and truthfully francie felt like this couldn't be considered an accident. they had been twelve years old, recording on their mother's digital camera, when the flames made up of cut paper, scribbled on with orange and red markers, became just not enough. they thought they'd taken the necessary precautions; the alcohol was poured into the metal sink, after all. they didn't realize how high flames could go, or how quickly they could spread. their parents were so kind, so forgiving, even as they packed what little they had left and went the next town over to their grandparents' place. they encourages francie to open up to them, reassured her that this was a safe space. that was when francie stopped talking altogether. the next few years were spent in a numb sort of silence; one that even their parents adhered to. francie knew she was casting a dark shadow on them when her mother cancelled her thirtieth birthday bash to sit next to her on the couch and watch her doodle. when they were sixteen, it was an obvious choice to pack up and tag along when her grandparents left their house to her parents, finally ready to retire to what had previously been their vacation home in manoa bay. the night before they were to leave, francie slept inbetween her parents on their bed, and cried into her father's shoulder. there was an apology in there somewhere; their first words in years. no one at manoa bay knows when or why francie stopped talking, but most remember when they started again. no one at manoa bay knows how their friendship brought color back to their art, or made them sing along to the radio again. no one at manoa bay knows just how great they really are. francie hopes to make them see that.