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living alone didn't entirely separate cece from the family issues and the family drama. it wasn't like she even lived too far from them... the way she grew up and the culture of her family was tight-knit, intertwined in everything they all did. family was important to cece which is why everything that was going on was weighing in on her in a way that felt suffocating. her only outlet had been writing but the kind of writing she wanted to get done was not giving her the results she needed: more money. gossiping and writing about whatever the people in this town did was not what she wanted to do for her whole life but for now, it's what kept the lights on and maintained her lavish lifestyle. those pearls were not gonna buy themselves.

coming to the beach always soothed her; it was the caribbean girl in her that found that affinity to the water, both the beach and the river. she felt blessed her family had decided to settle near the beach because being apart from it affected her greatly.

during a friday night no one would bet to find celia alonso walking down the beach but that was exactly what made it the perfect moment to do so. while everyone was home getting ready, getting their make up done and their hairs poofed, she was toes deep in the sand, breathing the salty air. of course her skates were hanging from her shoulder, this was the long way to the rink and she'd show up looking like a goddess, still.

cece was halfway through her usual route when she noticed from afar someone getting in the water looking odd. she squinted a little to try and make out who it was but she was sure this is someone she had never seen in town before. the distance between them was closing and by the time she had reached where the other person was they were already pulling on their shirt and lighting a cigarette.

she heard him direct her towards the rink and she tried not to roll her eyes, as to not be rude the first time she's meeting this person. "thanks for the directions, even though i did not need them," cece said frankly. she could only try so hard. "looks like you need more direction than i do."

her eyes went over his figure - tall, roughed up, his aura was inviting but there was certainly something meant to keep people away, and that only made cece want to get closer. "something tells me you're new in town."

God, he'd missed the beach. So much it stung. Then again, plenty did, these days; the ocean might not fix any of that, but, hell. Couldn't hurt. Especially after a day spent ripping into the old house, hacking through every kicked-up swirl of dust. Even so, he'd wound up taking the long way - the evening clusters of shrieking teenagers and slow-strolling tourists and, shit, couples, hand in hand along the sand... no, they could keep the boardwalk, and Birch Bay proper. There was more beach to be had, if you kept walking. He just needed a little saltwater and goddamn space.

Soon as he found it, dead quiet but for the rustle of sawgrass and the roll of the waves, Dee tugged his workboots and socks off, peeled his well-worn shirt and undershirt away, and waded in up to his ragged cutoffs. The salt sparked across the slivers he'd scraped out, the knuckle he'd skinned; cupped in his better hand, he sluiced the water up and over his chest, his shoulders, the wire of them sore and fraying. Then he bent, slow, and soaked his hair. There. The cool and the clean of it ran through him, bringing a relieved rattle of a sigh along with. Eyes closed, he drew all those wet curls out of his face. And stood, a moment. Just swaying in the surf, squinting towards where sunset had bruised the clouds to a dark indigo and the line between sea and sky was starting to bleed right through, into night.

First night of the rest of his fucking life, back in Stillwater. Stellar.

Fuck, he could use a smoke.

Dee turned, and froze at the sight of someone drifting down the beach. Breeze-blown, beautiful. With a cattish kind of look in those big eyes - something between curious and cautious. Lost tourist, maybe. Well, shit. There was nothing to see here. That sigh settled into a tight-jawed huff as he waded back to his things, pulling his shirt over the angry tide of still-fresh scars rippling across his skin, ridged and roped with flotsam and jetsam or whatever the fuck. Nothing to see. Dee bothered with about half the damn buttons before he went digging for his cigarettes. The company was too close to ignore, now; yeah, he still had some sorta manners. "The, uh - the rink's that way," he cracked his lighter and tipped his chin towards the roller skates slung over her shoulder, then cocked his head in the general direction of Oakbury and the Hub, blowing a blue curl of smoke into the evening. "If you're looking." For anywhere else to go. He'd be real happy to help.

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about celia alonso*

CHRISTINA RICCI as MISTY QUIGLEY in Yellowjackets (2021-), 2x1

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given that cece spent quite some time over at suzie q's for her do's, she recognized the person who was talking to her, though didn't actually knew their name. what the other was saying was honest and perhaps a jab at cece, but frankly, she didn't care. being a journalist was a tough job that didn't let her keep many friends, but that was also cece's own doing. writing about people's lives without a care in the world was bound to bite her in the ass someday. or perhaps it's already happening and she hasn't even noticed. "sometimes people don't say what they mean and it's my job to get to the bottom of it," cece explained plainly, lying through her teeth just a bit.

at least there was some respect or recognition of the work celia did for the stillwater standard, so she raised her glass to clink it with to the glass of the woman sitting in front of her.

"sure you don't wanna try it? working at suzie q's can't be that exciting."

Billie polished off her whiskey and motioned for another before fixing the woman with her untrusting gaze. "I don't trust anybody who works for papers, ya always gotta watch whatcha say 'round 'em. I'll say there's a pest problem 'round my neighborhood and next thing I know you've printed that I reported my neighbor's a packrat with a hygiene problem." She gratefully accepted the fresh drink as it was served and held up the glass to the other woman. "But hey, those are some mighty fine recruitin' skills. I'm sure they'll work on somebody."

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cece didn't think someone like river would understand the nuance of what it meant to be a journalist given his history and what she's seen of him all these years. being at the stillwater standard meant she also was the one to write most of the things about him and while she didn't particularly bother with what people thought of her and the things she wrote, cece always proceeded with caution. "i don't think you're exactly cut out for the industry you're currently in." cece gave a shrug and sipped on her drink once again.

the music surrounding them was coming from different places and different people. cece had the privilege to be able to explore, enjoy and experience the whole beauty of it. music was the one thing cece would never put her judgement on; it meant too much to people and what did her own opinion have to do with anything? "if it wouldn't make any sense at all like you claim, then you wouldn't be where you are right now, river tremaine. you're just... a bit of a mess. nothing a nice clean up act couldn't fix."

"As much as I would love to control the narrative, we both know I'm not cut out for that industry," River chuckled, a small shake of his head that disturbed only a few dark curls. "Besides, people look to the news for a clear message. I'm known for not making much sense at all, apparently."

It wasn't too far from the truth. River's identity in the realm of music was defined by the twist in tongue he'd created by mistake. Recordings after one too many drinks had created a tone that went from disgust to interest, and then delight. His words were unclear and misunderstood as entirely different ones, but instead of fighting it, he played into it. He worked for a sound that was hard to decipher, forcing out inner thoughts and desires by those who listened. One person would hear love instead of above, and they'd have what was teetering on the forefront of their thoughts finally revealed when they listened to his music. It constantly brought debate and he was happy for it.

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it didn't come as a surprise when a woman appeared beside the man cece was talking to and basically snatched him away from her trap. this is usually how it went, for anything. the allure, the eyes, the lips, the getup; it was all perfectly put together to bring in the people she wanted for whatever she wanted. as the man was forced to walk away, cece merely sipped on her drink, unbothered. ups and downs and this didn't even count as a down. this was just play. as per usual.

another person approached her and that also wasn't a surprise. cece was the woman who people were naturally drawn to, not as much as a bee to a flower, more like a fly to a venus fly trap, especially given her reputation in town. "hm," cece hummed in response to his unwarranted support, then added, "every moment is a working moment. i'm a serious gal, committed to her profession. is that so wrong?"

celia took a moment to observe him and take him in -- he looked familiar but absolutely no name came up. he was somewhat attractive but it was something else that made him... charming? maybe it was the eyes. "it did provide entertainment after all."

Despite consistently rejecting invitations to go ...anywhere, Benny still found it surprising whenever he ended up at The Mint. Mingling... listening to music— it just wasn't his cup of tea. Drinking, however, definitely was. He always appreciated a free beer whenever Nick worked the bar, so how could he say no? Alcoholism... he was sure was the reason why he always ended up here. In any case, he found himself waiting around for his friends as he drank at the bar, smoking a cigarette. Music played in the background, but he couldn't help but find interest in the conversation beside him. He glanced over briefly, brows lifting immediately at the fox beside him. Benny was oh so sure the male she was talking to found her as equally attractive, which was probably why he was entertaining such a weird working proposition. That is— until a woman (he assumes to be the girlfriend) approached him, pulling his attention away from her with a jealous glint in her eye. Benny couldn't help but grin, finding it absolutely hilarious. "You're good," he says, offering vague condolences for her company suddenly leaving her. "Weird place to recruit coworkers, though. Don't you think?"

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cece wasn't easily amused and this wasn't the exception. she looked at roger bennett, the owner of the record store, giving him a serious and unfazed expression. when he tapped her notebook, she simply stepped back and scribbled more notes. people should really understand the power she held in the words she wrote. it wasn't that cece would lie about things, but she certainly wouldn't decorate facts -- she was a journalist, after all. "i don't think a suit would have done much, especially in this ambiance." her comment was purposely snarky.

returning to her actual job, she nodded at what he explained about the space and the urgency it'll create. she could have told him that, unless he had a rad opening act, he wouldn't get nearly as much as the attention as he thought he would. but then again, just a journalist... "sell out at record speed," cece repeated while jotting it down and followed with another question, "any sights on who might be those first artists to grace the stage of grooves records?"

Roger smirked and tapped the woman's notepad with his finger, hoping to bring her attention to his face. "If I'd known I was going to be officially interviewed I would have worn a suit." He teased with a wink. "But worry you not, deary, I'm more than capable of resolving the issue of it being small and cramped." He repeated the words back to her and paused, letting them hang in the air between them. "With the idea of the venue having limited space also comes the idea that spectators will want to be here as soon as they possibly can be to guarantee a spot inside. We'll sell out at record speed, I suspect."

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who: open | @swstarters where: the mint when: week night

"you know..." cece started, moving her drink around in her hand. she had a martini and it was done to perfection, just how she loved it. "the stillwater standard is always looking for more people to join in on the action. we're in need of editors, photographers, reporters... i'd say journalists too but who needs more when i'm already doing such a fantastic job at it." celia alonso's confidence wasn't exactly wrong, but the way she worked it wasn't always pleasant. she knew that, she knew people knew, but she still didn't care. "and hey, if you're not in on the news... then you might just become the news."

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someone at the paper had told cece that there were big things about to happen at grooves records so she decided to follow the lead and find out what it was about. she had arrived at the place and she loved it, though she wouldn't explicitly say that, ever, wanting to present herself as an unbiased journalist... whatever that meant.

cece took in the atmosphere, the decor, the selection of music and she had to say she was impressed. when she met with the person who had the idea for the record store, she listened to what they had to say. her note pad was out, she was scribbling down on it and was paying close attention to them and what they were saying.

once they were finished, she asked, "and how exactly would you turn this space not meant for live performances," she motioned around her, "into one? Given the fact that it's already small, a little cramped and a record store."

who: open | @swstarters

when: a saturday afternoon

where: grooves records

"Alright, dig this: a night full of live performances by local artists and bands right here at Grooves Records." Roger raised his eyebrows, excitement making his frame shake. "That would be slammin'! It would also bring in people from surrounding cities... that's what Father's input was, anyhow. But as far as I'm concerned, I would just love to have some live music here in the shop."

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"Huh?" Cece's reacted looking up to see the waitress standing in front of her. Seemed like she asked a question but Cece was a little distracted, as she had been lately. "Oh, my order... Huh... I'll just have a salad, I guess." She closed the menu and handed it over. "The difference is that's kind of your job and not mine, sweets." With a wink she urged for the menu to be taken out of her hands. It wasn't unusual for Cece to let her snarky quips come out every once in a while, even when unwarranted. Sometimes it was just too easy. "Do you have any fresh juice? I'm craving something sweet."

status: open | @swstarters location: ruby's diner time: 9:30 PM

"Alright, what'll it be?" Phoenix questioned as she pulled out her pen and notepad. For her final table of the evening, it was safe to say that the woman was eager to get out of the diner and over to The Mint, where she would be attending a show for one of her favorite local bands. "For the amount of time you've spent staring at that menu, you probably have it memorized even better than I do."

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BIO | PINTEREST | STATS/INFO ↴

STATS

CHARACTER BASICS

> NAME: celia alonso > NICKNAMES: cece > GENDER: cisgender female > PRONOUNS: she/her > AGE: 32 > STAR SIGN: libra > BIRTHPLACE: la havana, cuba > RESIDENCE: oakberry > HOBBIES: typewriting, reading books, newspapers and articles, listening to music, dancing, > SEXUALITY & STATUS: pansexual, single. > SPEAKING VOICE: soft but firm, confident and has a slight cuban accent.

✖PERSONALITY ✖

> ( + ) TRAITS: assertive, eloquent, adaptable > ( - ) TRAITS: deceitful, possessive, unscrupulous > MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic evil > LIKES: pearl necklaces, being near the beach or the pool, tropical vibes, rum, red lipstick, roller disco parties, the smell of a freshly printed newspaper, the sound of a typewriter, platform shoes... > DISLIKES: uncertainty, conservative people, beer, flat hair, the cold...

✖PHYSICAL ✖

> HEIGHT: 5′5 > BUILD: slim > ATHLETICISM: none > HAIR: dark brown, almost black, sharply cut > EYES: hazel green eyes > STYLE: sleek, expensive, lots of gold tone clothing, always wearing flashy jewelry (big earrings, chunky necklaces, bold sunglasses), showing some skin, platform heels, sports her classic red lip. > TATTOOS: none

✖MISCELLANEOUS ✖

> CHARACTER INSPO: joyce prigger (minx), carrie bradshaw (sex & the city), georgina sparks (gossip girl) > THEME SONG: killer queen - QUEEN > MOTIVATIONS: success, making money, being a recognize writer, build her wealth by herself, winning a pulitzer > CURRENT GOAL: not go broke > LIFE GOAL: be a "real" writer > BEST QUALITY: charming > WORST QUALITY: selfish > FEARS: failure, not being truly happy, losing the connection to her family, heartbreak

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KILLER QUEEN

"Guaranteed to blow your mind."

You’ve always been a sucker for gossip. Back in high school, you were the first to know who was dating, hooking up, or breaking up, and as you got older, you were quick to use this knowledge to get your way. Working for the Stillwater Standard, you’ve made a career out of your sleuthing skills and are determined to make your way up in the journalism world. You not only want to be the first to publicize celebrity secrets, but everything that’s done in the shadows of Stillwater as well. From town developments, to illegal activity, you’re aware of it all. But you have your own secrets, and if the truth ever surfaced, you know that it could jeopardize your career.

CONNECTIONS: (connections with a * are considered mandatory, while others are only suggestions)

MRS. ROBINSON: After uncovering the town socialite’s deepest secret, you will stop at nothing to use the affair to your advantage. From money to event invites, you plan on blackmailing MRS. ROBINSON for all they’re worth. And hey, if things don’t work out, it’ll be your biggest newspaper headline yet.

JOLENE: After watching the young starlet rise to fame, you are determined to uncover the darker side of their picture-perfect image. Is JOLENE’s life truly sunshine and rainbows, or will family drama reveal all?

This skeleton is OPEN.

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VERONICA LODGE RIVERDALE 7x07 | “Dirty Dancing”

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what that mouth do

hurt yo feelings probably

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