chasingaster

[chasingaster]

hey guys, sorry i haven’t been on. we had a massive storm and some places even had tornadoes!! my power has been out since yesterday and isn’t estimated to be back on until sunday. i’m at my cousins using her wifi to do my homework and make sure my baby is warm (it’s 32 degrees outside wtf). my poor boyfriend is at home with our animals :( i hope to be on when the power is back. 

[chasingaster]

@manorstart​

last option, last resort. nikita had always been told to go with her gut. but right now it was conflicted. there was something inescapably eerie about this place.. yet as much as it put her off, it drew her in twice as hard. an alluring brick box with never ending hallways. “oh, you! are these rule things for real? like, does anyone follow them?”

“i don’t think so,” aster responded, out of habit even though she wasn’t too interested in talking to anyone at the moment. “there’s so many people, it’s expected that someone will break the rules either unintentionally or rebellion.” of course, the woman hadn’t been here long, but that was probably a common sense answer. “i’m still relatively new, though. i don’t think i’ve seen you. i’m aster,” she stated, although she didn’t extend a hand to shake, also out of habit. being generally uninviting was second nature, by this point.

[chasingaster]

@manorstart​

for someone who ‘had talent’ and could bake so well - well enough to get this job, anyway - aster would rather have a bowl of cereal for breakfast than one of the pastries she makes for everyone else. sitting in the kitchen, as if she was hidden away with a secret, the woman dove into a bowl of cocoa puffs. taking a sip of the coffee she had also made, she heard a nose that cut her sip short and nearly caused her to spit it out. “holy shit,” she blurted, turning to see who it was before placing her mug down. “who the hell sneaks up on someone? especially in a kitchen. i could’ve knifed you real quick.”

[chasingaster]

[chasingaster]

@manorstart​

━━━━ “Hey, hi. You ever took that path—walk over there?” Joakim asked, looking up from where he’s sitting in one of the chaise lounges on the patio, overlooking the small pond and statue. He pointed to where the cliffs are, nodding. “Ever went near the cliffs? Went to the bottom?” Because he did—that’s what he did. He likes his walks too much to skip one time and took it. It led him to one of the bizarre outcomes, and he’s still processing it. “Did you?” He asked, thoughtful.

aster sat on a chair on the patio, completely ignoring that there was another person out there - out of ‘respect for privacy’ and mostly because talking to other people send chills over her body. aster, simply put, wasn’t too social. when she was... people didn’t like her very much. conversations really had to remain short and sweet with the woman. 

“no,” she replied, not looking up from her book. for someone so spiritually connected to nature, she couldn’t bring herself to venture to a cliff. who knew what was out there. “but i also haven’t been here very long,” she began, closing her book and looking towards the individual. “so there’s much i haven’t explored. are you implying that we should venture to the bottom of the cliff together?”

[chasingaster]

i got the baby girl into the doctor and she is on new formula to (hopefully) help. i’ll be on later when my boyfriend gets home and i can be on the computer longer :) if anyone wants to plot, please send me a message!

[chasingaster]

i’m sorry i haven’t been around. something is wrong with my daughter and it is really stressing me out to the point of tears, but the doctor can’t see her until tomorrow. i just haven’t been in the mood for obvious reasons. i’ll try to be around later tonight.

[chasingaster]

settling back into her skin and bringing the smoke back to her lips to take a deep inhale, lydia sighed through the side of her mouth. she needed to work on her jumpiness and this was a great place to work on it; a hell mansion that might be haunted and for sure had a dead body under it ( two that she knew of, maybe more….mostly likely more ) pulling the cigarette from her mouth and blowing the toxic smoke from her lips with a shaky hand, eyes blinking rapidly with stress. 

“feeling is the same darlin’” lydia drawled, tone QUICKLY turning sarcastic and glance turning pointed. “my grandmomma, though i take it you ain’t been south of the mason dixie line have you honey ‘cuz that weird believe me.” laughing slightly, smile starting to creep onto her normally very annoyed face. 

aster’s eyes locked on the cigarette between the stranger’s finger before moving to look over their shoulder, not wanting to make actual eye contact but pretend she was for their sake. not that she would admit it, but aster had a weird thing about eye contact. if she was able to hold it with you for almost the entirety of a conversation, it meant you probably mean something to her. in this case, she was pretty uncomfortable, not having expected someone else to have claimed the patio already.

squinting at the woman, aster couldn’t understand how someone would believe she ‘hadn’t been south of the mason dixon line’ just because she didn’t know some weird phrase. “i’m from georgia,” she informed the stranger. “i was born and raised in alabama. i guess we’re just different beings,” she concluded, moving away from the person and more towards her own declared ‘space’ to enjoy the outdoors.

( open start )

[chasingaster]

a manor nestled in the mountains wasn’t quite what cooper had imagined as a “good time”. it reminded them too much of home, of the money thrown at an extravagant life that ultimately meant nothing. still, they were here, as a way to celebrate and mend old wounds and move into the next phase of life. some hoped that cooper would finally get their life on track, but they still had their doubts. 

that early morning they found themselves in the kitchen, waiting, watching the water boil for their tea. it had become their new consumption of choice, trying to fight of old wonderful habits that still swarmed through cooper’s being. they felt another presence enter the space, and turned around to offer a small smile. “i have extra if you want any. unless you’re one of those weirdo’s from the south who drink their tea cold, and sweet. then you’re out of luck.” they tried to keep the conversation light, already feeling the heaviness of the manor around them all. 

despite wanting to spend as little time as possible in the kitchen, considering how much time she’d be spending in it very soon, aster found herself returning - but only to be a responsible chef and begin soaking in the layout of her new home. from how the woman spoke of it, you’d assume she actually hated baking and hated her job. in fact, she loved it and was great at it. it allowed her to stress bake, happy bake, and to boost her ego by being a show off. the best part? she didn’t have to talk to people while working.

stepping into new territory she’d have to claim as her own, aster noticed another person and contemplated turning around until they left. exhaling under her breath, the brunette rolled her eyes at the  situation and continued onward. “no,” she responded, almost too quickly and too flat, trying to show she was uninterested. “and sweet tea is great, it’s not my fault you have no taste,” she commented as she opened a cupboard and began moving baking items around, being loud and inconsiderate of the other person in the room. aster wasn’t necessarily trying to be this way but, admittedly, pans are inherently loud and she wasn’t going to make an effort to stop it either. 

“the better beverage is coffee, anyway. the closest thing to hot tea i can stand, aside from chai, is the ‘tea’ bags of theraflu - wait, i take that back. sometimes peppermint tea is good.”

[chasingaster]

his mind hadn’t been in the same place since his misadventure in the basement the other day. gabriel felt more fucked up than he did before coming to the manor. at least he thought something good was waiting for him once he got back from his vacation but now he wasn’t sure. he wasn’t sure if he would see his ex or his brother ever again and those thoughts wore down on him heavily. it didn’t help that he hadn’t had a good night’s rest in the last few days and his thoughts were playing tricks on him every time he dozed off. the coffee from the kitchen wasn’t enough to keep him awake so he found himself up and down during the nights between his nightmares. or was it his realities now? 

his head shook as he let out a long exhale, sitting outside to take in the fresh air. his hands were warm from the cup of coffee he retrieved not long before but hadn’t taken a sip. he could hear movement all around the manor but hadn’t paid enough attention to anyone. he didn’t know what to say. or do, really. he definitely didn’t know what to expect anymore. his ears perked up a bit as a voice neared him. his immediate reaction was to sit up straighter, pretend nothing was bothering him but that was easier said than done. “what were you saying?” he murmured, finally lifting the cup to his lips for a sip. the warm liquid calmed his nerves a bit but there was still something gnawing slowly. 

@manorstart​

everyone in this manor was weird - always caught off guard, jumpy, like they didn’t remember that other people were in the building. again, aster found herself moving back to the outdoors again. something about the patio, backyard, the outdoors within the manor’s grounds drew her out. not unexpected though, aster was odd like that and had phases where she craved nature for reasons unknown. other times, she felt something weird about certain areas of the manor. one of the places being certain outdoor spots, so maybe that’s what it was.

wrinkling her brows together, the woman stepped outside, mumbling to herself out of frustration about yet again being dragged by some unknown force outside. “bullshit. i can’t understand what i’m missing here,” she vented, but only to herself. at least, until a stranger perked up a response and she shot him a look almost immediately. “i wasn’t talking to you,” she retorted, nearly cutting him off and somehow knowing that he wasn’t listen and would say that. “i was talking to myself,” she admitted, pausing for a moment before speaking, trying to seem a bit embarrassed and more ‘relatable’ to the male.

[chasingaster]

‹ brenda song, she/her, cisfemale, bisexual. ›  ASTER TSAI is the THIRTY-ONE year old THAT CAME TO beaver creek, colorado, hired to work as a PASTRY CHEF in the manor. when a friend asked them what they thought of the manor they said,  ❝ AT LEAST NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO FIND ME. ❞ they claim A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET is their favorite scary movie, and if they were to die in a horror film they would SAY SOMETHING SARCASTIC TO GET THAT A** BEAT. their fears include ENCLOSED SPACES, EXTREME DARKNESS and BEING BURIED ALIVE and they don’t know we know, but… REDACTED.

hello kiddos! i am wyatt and trying real hard to get back into rp for the sake of my mental health because all i do is focus on school and i had a baby who is now a month old. it’s pretty stressful at times! i’ve been rping for 20 years (yes, you read that right, in 1999) and i’m super excited to be here. i’ve been searching for an rp to call home for a long time now and this one hits every item on my list! i can’t wait to get to know all of you and fall in love with your characters. if anyone would like to plot for something casual (since she just arrived) or for something to build up to in the future, shoot me a message and i’d be happy to write with you :)

below the cut is a bullet point list of some important facts about aster. (warning, i got carried away.) there is a trigger warning for: mention/implication of abuse and mention of foster care

aster is a product of the bad side of foster care. she’s afraid of what she’s afraid of for a reason and it has everything to do with her experiences in the system. 

along with enclosed spaces, extreme (silent, eery) darkness, and being buried alive, she refuses to have true friends and hasn’t ever had a serious relationship of any capacity. in fact, she’d rather mess with your head and emotions than grow any of her own.

however, for a little while every so often, she’ll fall into a “relationship” that isn’t serious and usually those people are abusive in some capacity. it’s just what she’s used to.

she kind of has some psychopathic tendencies, as shown through not caring about messing with people for her own entertainment and not caring about their feelings.

she put herself through baking school, using someone else’s address and living in her car and showering at the local gym and YMCA. in all honesty, she kinda misses the simplicity of that life and would/will probably live in a renovated van someday or tiny house on wheels. this also allows her to move any place she wants, if she did it.

her mornings are dedicated to practicing magic and enjoying a massive cup of coffee.

by the afternoon, she’s back to pissing people off for entertainment and lugging around a giant cup of iced coffee this go-around.

if you walk into her room, you’ll probably find her sitting on the ground and surrounded by candles, crystals, and rocks she’s found in different places that she became emotionally attached to.

warning: for someone so little, she is entirely fueled by anger and hatred for the general population. expect many eye rolls, swearing, and flat tones to show how uninterested she is.

surprisingly, despite not really caring for others, she’s extremely vocal about injustice - in the system and socially. expect her to call you out on your bullshit or run into her at a protest of some sort.

another place you’d run into her? some shitty, rotting venue, listening to a loud, aggressive band. probably mental. or, in a weird plot twist, pop punk.

she secretly plays drums, but obviously doesn’t have a kit here. it was one of the things she up and left, and kind of regrets it. most people are kind of weird about a girl playing drums though, so she doesn’t tell anyone. they’re either impressed and excited or side eye her.

she’s very intelligent, able to read a room in an instant, and her gut in nearly always right to the point of being called clairsentient. 

aster is bisexual by label, but physically prefers women. personality wise, she prefers masculinity because usually they’re the ones that can keep her in her place majority of the time. basically, she doesn’t know what she wants 🤷‍♂️

[chasingaster]

bags checked in and squared away in her room, lydia paced the back patio. finger bouncing and twitching the pack of cigarettes in her pocket like it would save her life. it had been too long sense she was away from her cozy little house, her safety net, it made her panicked in a way she wasn’t quite used too. missing HER spot. she cursed herself for agreeing to come along on this trip. sitting down by the roaring flames, body curling inward and feet tucking themselves neatly under her she sighed deeply looking up at the stars. with a sigh nimble fingers stuck a cancer stick between her lips before she could think about it and lit it with the solid steel lighter she always carried. losing her thoughts in the process.

‘inhale…exhale…inhale….WHAT THE FUCK?!?’ 

lydia jolted upward at the noise coming from behind her, ripping the small white thing from between her lips and hiding it behind her back. smoke pouring from her mouth as she spoke “shit sorry- i’m about as jumpy as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs” she muttered, blush filling her cheeks.

(  @manorstart​ ) 

unfortunately, aster was new to the manor - hired as the new chef, meaning she was more than likely going to be stuck in the kitchen, baking at weird hours to ensure desserts, breakfast, and snacks didn’t go stale for the morning. the need to be anywhere other than in front of the oven was, well.. overwhelming already. the woman had basically jumped from one job to the other without much of a break and was immediately already ushered into the kitchen to understand the layout of her territory and ensure all necessities were present.

after a few minutes of being left alone, the brunette mumbled a quick fuck this under her breath and left to explore the manor a bit, stumbling upon what she assumed could be a patio of some sort?

upon opening the door, aster was greeted by a voice - a scared, possibly offended voice. “shit,” she responded, grasping at her chest and turning somewhat away from the stranger for a moment to gather herself. “fuck, you scared me. and where did you hear that weird ass phrase?”

( open start )