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CUSTOM MADE FOR ⦂ @weavercaro LOCATION ⦂ PRIDE PARADE.

"Okay, I'm not gonna lie — I have no idea how I ended up with the paintbrush." Leonie glanced down at the small, aforementioned brush in her hand before back over at Caroline somewhat apologetically. "The girl told me told hold it while she went to make change? I think? I don't know. Surprises me we haven't gone over fully to Venmo." Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, before the mischievous grin began its languid sprawl across her face. "I can't promise any of the fancy face paint designs but hey, if you want, I could attempt a lil' rainbow."

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CUSTOM MADE FOR ⦂ @lenavalentin LOCATION ⦂ MUG SHOT CAFE.

Leonie strolled into Mug Shot, her idea of a 'pregame' for the Pride parade that morning. Beyond caffeine, though, she had ulterior motives lurking underneath the shallow spots of her skin, as evidenced by the way she bypassed the line and planted herself in a spot next to the pick-up counter where she could lay eyes on Lena. "Alright, Valentin — unless you're over there trying to coach one of your utterly adorable baristas into making rainbow cold foam, I'm officially bailing you outta here. It's time to get our pride on." And maybe she'd picked one up solely for the point of being obnoxious, but to further her point, she plucked the small Pride flag attached to a stick from her pocket and flicked it about gracelessly, shit-eating grin on her face.

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CUSTOM MADE FOR ⦂ @sebasticnsteele LOCATION ⦂ PRIDE PALACE.

Leonie sidled up as close to the bar top as she could, edges of her hips just barely cutting against the granite. "'Kay," she called over her shoulder to Sebastian. "They apparently have themed drinks after every letter of the Gay-phabet... is it mixed signaling if I say the lesbian one sounds horrid? Who's fuckin' idea was it to put vermouth in that lineup?"

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Really, it was the nice weather that got her out of the house — drive ins weren't really her thing, per se. Movies in general weren't her thing; she couldn't remember the last movie she'd watched where she'd paid any mind to the plot aside from Stick It, back when she was in the sixth grade. Still, a queer film and a summer night to enjoy the balmy breeze of felt a bit more enjoyable than the four walls of her townhouse. She stood in line for the concessions, trying to scan the menu from her place. Her tiptoes didn't cut it, hands shoved into the back pockets of her jeans as she tried to wait.

The sound of someone addressing her sliced through that futile effort of patience, and Leonie ran with it. "Does it make me a bad lesbian to say I've never seen any of these? I literally can't remember the last time I saw a trailer for a movie so, like, I can't say I've 'heard of' Bottoms, and I vaguely remember them flubbing Moonlight at the Oscars? Really, I just saw Julianne Moore in one of the posters and signed myself right up." A sheepish grin accompanied a shrug. "How about you? Any one in particular I should pay more attention to than the others?"

OPEN STARTER: @windsorbaystarters. LOCATION: Silver Moon Drive In - Pride Weekend.

Lila was excited for this - she loved queer films. She was especially excited to watch Bottoms, something that she enjoyed when she streamed it but didn't have the chance to see in cinemas. Movies were expensive in the city. She locked up her car and made her way to the stand to get some popcorn, and decided to make some conversation with the person in front of her. She needed to make some friends in this town, after all. "Are you a fan of any of these movies?" She asked.

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Places like Shooters always led to her worst decisions — Shooters had yet to see any of those, nothing born from the fruition of her boredom mixed with Ciroc (or, reminiscent of the days when she was couch surfing, the McCormick's in a plastic bottle). A rough day was the very thing to put her ass in one of the barstools, and by all accounts, today chalked up to that very description.

Granted, it wasn't the 'rough days' of the past. These days, a rough day looked like a few hours in physical therapy where she ground away part of her molars to keep from crying in pain after an early morning of arguing with her niece over today's preschool outfit of the day. The fact that these weren't the rough days she ever prescribed for herself make it all the more reason to lose herself in the cyclone of melting ice in her class.

"Pumpkin spice tequila? Is he sick?" Leonie's face twisted up in something mirroring disgust at Bex's recap of the night thus far. Her wrist idly swirled her drink — a half step above McCormick's mixed in her Diet Coke — as she tried to wrack her brain. Half a sigh pushed past her lips as she planted her elbow on the bar top, resting her chin in the cradle of her palm. "Bitch, I got nothin'. Just go ahead and take the baseball bat to my other knee. You'd do me and the doc a favor; apparently, I am a Grade A pain in the ass. But I'm sure you're shocked by that." A wry smile curled at the edges of her lips. "If you want, I can tell 'ya about the time I nearly got thrown in a Brazilian prison."

open starter!! (@windsorbaystarters) || location: shooters!!

Nights at shooters had teeth. The kind that sank in slow — right around your third drink, when the jukebox hit something you swore you’d never admit to liking and the haze from the old overhead lights made everything feel just a little softer around the edges. Outside, the place still looked like it had been forgotten by time and forgiven by no one, but inside? Inside was her kingdom. Bex leaned against the bar, one boot propped up on the foot rail, fingers drumming against a chipped bottle opener like she was waiting on fate or trouble — whichever showed up first. Her hair was a little messy, like she’d run her hands through it too many times, and her black tank top had survived at least two beer spills and one idiot who thought calling her sweetheart was a good idea. “Alright,” she said, voice rough around the edges but still loud enough to cut through the low murmur of bad decisions and cheap whiskey. “I've had three couples make out in the corner, two people try to break up at table six, and one guy ask if we have pumpkin spice tequila. so unless one of you plans on catching fire or confessing a murder, it’s officially the most boring shift I've had all month.” She poured herself a shot — no lime, no chaser — and let it burn down like it owed her something. Then, with a smirk curling at the corner of her mouth, she leaned in. “So, who’s got a story worth the spill? Bad hookup, good revenge, something you swore you’d take to the grave but won’t shut up about after two drinks?” Beat. “And don’t lie. I've got a nose for bullshit and a baseball bat in the back if you make me regret asking.”

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chloebennet i hit my peak at 7

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"Sloppy Joe is a sloppy no," Leonie shot down almost immediately, letting the menu she'd barely gripped fall unceremoniously onto the tabletop. "I've been desperate lots of times, but not bad enough to opt for that shit. Get the strawberry crepes. Then if we close our eyes just right, we could pretend we're brunching in France."

Ava sat in the booth directly across from her friend, currently having the same tyle of debacle. But instead of waffles or pancakes, it was breakfast or lunch. "As much as I love a good pancake from time to time, my heart has always belonged to waffles. So clearly that's where my vote is going." She peered back down at her menu, trying to narrow down her choices. "I'm not sure if I want breakfast or lunch. It's between the strawberry crepes or the sloppy joe special."

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everyone should thank me because as bad as i am, i am holding myself back from being much worse

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Yea I’m straight

S - Lesbian

T - Lesbian

R - Lesbian

A - Lesbian

I - Lesbian

G - Lesbian

H - Lesbian

T - Lesbian

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CUSTOM MADE FOR ⦂ @avanguyen LOCATION ⦂ SUNRISE DINER.

"Avaaaaaaaaa," Leonie found herself groaning, slouched back in the booth to the point gravity was beginning to pull her to the floor. "Do I want a waffle or a pancake? I don't wanna thiiiink, do it for me."

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THE CHARACTER.

FULL NAME: Leonie Powell Mavis

GENDER: Cis woman

PRONOUNS: She/her

AGE + BIRTHDAY: 30 + August 17, 1994

LENGTH OF TIME IN WINDSOR BAY: 2 months

HOUSING: Downtown

OCCUPATION: Retired athlete

THE INTERVIEW.

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?

"Truth? I wouldn't have been able to find Windsor Bay on a map of Portland until I got here. Picturing myself here even now feels weird; it's like someone's Photoshopped me out and slapped me on the sidewalks downtown, the colors don't match, the outline's jagged, all the telltale signs that I'm not really supposed to be here. But when do any of us ever really get a say in where the wind takes us? I think just about every part of my current situation would've gotten a redo if fate gave us a say in how we were going to author it. I'd still be in Chicago. All that said, though, Windsor Bay's been kind to me. If there was anywhere for life to deposit me, I'm not mad that it's here. It's slower, friendlier, much more relaxed. Time moves different here. It's a different change of pace but I think my body's needed that. What do you mean I've slept better here than I have anywhere else in the world? And I've been to Cabo. Twice."

Top five songs currently on your Spotify?

"Good Luck Babe by Chappell Roan, Sunshine Baby by The Japanese House, Not Strong Enough by boygenius, Girl is a Gun by Halsey, Needed Me by Rihanna. If you'd asked for top 6, Hannah Montana's 'Gonna Get This' would be in that slot, because that song was an absolute masterpiece. It should've been played in clubs worldwide. Rent was due and she delivered."

Would you say you’re easy to get along/work with? Why or why not?

"I like to think I'm pretty easy to work with or get along with, but I know I'm very much an acquired taste once I've sat on someone's tongue for an extended period of time. Some of my methods are unorthodox so even if we've been working towards the same common goal, it's not to everyone's standard or perceived notion. I've heard from more than one person that when I'm on, I'm intense, and I can be a big pill to swallow. I don't exist to make people comfortable, though, so hey — is what it is, y'know? Just means I'm doing right by me. Can't be mad at that."

We’ve all had our fair share of shit hit the fan and moments in the sun — tell me about a defining moment in your life, good or bad.

"Where I'm at is a defining moment, I feel like? And that's an awfully cliche thing to say, but when you're living the only dream you've ever had for yourself one day and the next you're told you've got a career ending injury that you only thought was a muscle pain, you undergo surgeries upon surgeries just to get to a good quality of life standpoint, and then right when you're able to make peace with your new normal your brother calls with some earth rocking news that ends up with you relocating? That defines you for a little bit. That part of your story shadows who you are. Whether it's good or bad… give me a few years to let it play it out before I answer that."

Do you have any regrets? What are they?

"2023 World Cup, and that's all she wrote."

THE PERSONALITY.

— + tenacious, self-assured, convival — - self-isolating, abrasive, obstinate

LEONIE IS PORTRAYED BY CHLOE BENNET, AND WRITTEN BY DAISY.

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chloe bennet's fresh new cut by chris hill - video via chloebbrasil on ig

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❛  WAITING FOR THE AGE OF MY LIFE WHEN LOVE IS ALL THAT I'LL NEED. ❜

MEET LEONIE MAVIS ⦂ frequently confused with chloe bennet, a mantle adorned with medals and awards and what once was, a body at war with a heart, what it means to give all you have to something you love and having nothing left, a nomad that craves the comforts of home, creator of her own legacy, a constant comparison for a younger generation to emulate. a character study in the next and the next next, finding new dreams, and doing the things we fear most. loved & taken care of by daisy.

FULL BIOGRAPHY ❋ CONNECTIONS ❋ STATISTICS ❋ ABOUT THE MUN

╰　𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

full name: leonie powell mavis 

nickname(s): le ( pronounced lay )

age + date of birth: thirty, born on august 17, 1994

zodiac sign: leo sun, capricorn moon, cancer rising

gender + pronouns: cis woman ( she/her/hers )

place of birth: basking ridge, new jersey

current residence: downtown

time in windsor bay: two months

sexual & romantic orientations: homosexual homoromantic ( big ol lesbian )

occupation: retired athlete

╰　𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗘.

parents: joshua mavis and jennifer mavis neé st. aubin

sibling(s): one older sister aged 33-37, one older brother aged 33-37, two younger brothers and a younger sister ranged 24-30. all are adopted.

pet(s): none, but really wants to get a dog and name it fish.

╰　𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦.

trigger warnings : mentions of infertility, injury, depression, surgery, infidelity

leonie is born with the name thalia lin, and that name belongs to her for all of three days. shortly after giving birth to her at home, her birth mother drops her off at a fire station — thalia lin is taken in by the state and three days later, is being adopted by jennifer and josh mavis, a couple unable to conceive their own children that are making their dreams of a big family come true, come hell or high water. they change her name to leonie powell, after jennifer's grandmother and josh's grandfather. they take her home, where they already have two other children, and a life

leonie is a tornado that careens around the house despite reticence in social situations. she's a little shy and prefers mostly to play with herself, but when she does, she chatters away with the biggest, most elaborate imagination. her parents think maybe dance, swim or gymnastics to get the energy out and channel all of that personality that's beneath the surface, but when they sign all the kids up for ymca spring soccer, they're not expecting what they get out of her. they expect leonie to be making daisy chains on the opposite end of the field. instead, she's in the middle of the gaggle of four year olds, scrappy as hell fighting for the ball. she doesn't care when they call her a ball hog. she beams ear to ear on the way to practice, after every game, and sleeps with her soccer ball instead of a stuffed animal.

as a middle child, leonie should've been clawing for attention from her parents or even from the cacophony of siblings running around the house, too. instead, leonie is content with her own company, so long as she has a soccer ball at her feet. she'd dribble for hours, practice until the street lights came on and then her parents had to drag her into the house to go to bed. she was their maverick, their independent child who loved to snuggle up for a bedtime story but was alright on her own. preferred it that way, even.

when the '99 women's world cup comes to jersey, leonie's parents surprise her with an early birthday present of tickets to go see the us play denmark. it is easily the greatest day of baby leonie's life — the stars in her eyes go unparalleled as she watches the uswnt crush denmark and move up in the ranks. the mavis family is then forced to watch every remaining game on television in the living room all the way up to the final, when the us wins. leonie tries to rip her shirt like brandi chastain but can't get the fabric to tear. her parents think it's charming but leonie tells them with a steel-eyed gaze that one day that'll be her.

the older she gets, the more leonie comes into her own. she's not so much shy as she is focused — in middle school, girls are chasing after boys, while leonie's chasing after u-14 camp roster slots, maximum minutes on the field, and maybe a new set of cleats for her birthday. the girls on her team see a bubblier, open version of leonie, almost amazed when she zones back in for the game. her family is bursting at the seams but they make it by, they always do, and leonie's territory is the backyard, where she practices and plays until she nearly passes out in the grass. it engrains a discipline in her, a hustle that her parents quietly wish she'd apply towards her academics. leonie doesn't care much for school, the horizons of college — she's only going to go so she can play ball. high school comes and she starts to emerge a little more out of her shell, making friends beyond the pitch. she's goofy and sarcastic and so relaxed, so sure of herself that even the most insecure teenagers try to fall in her orbit to emulate some of that assuredness.

leonie's pretty sure the only reason she survives high school is because her coach threatens her with suicides if she doesn't keep her grades at the minimum of a b. she gets recruited by UNC her senior year and when she gets to college, the world is her oyster. she thrives in college, even though she sleeps through the majority of her communications classes (she picks her major based off of which will have the minimal amount of work) — college is where she kisses a girl for the first time, where she goes to parties and makes friends and, eventually, is scouted by the us women's national soccer team.

leonie is invited to train with the national team and nearly comes out of her skin, she's so excited. she becomes something like a little puppy, overexcited and ready to kick ass on the field without making a fool of herself in front of absolute legends. that's what they are, after all. legends. her childhood heroes. between the foot forward she puts, the amount of grinding she puts in to prove her place, and a few good words from her coach, she is the youngest player ever on the national team to go to the olympics in beijing when she's just 20. she wins a gold medal with the team and feels like she's flying.

she hears people say, "that mavis, she's the future of women's soccer. she's the one to watch." and she doesn't take it lightly. she plays for the pali blues in the summers to stay sharp and wins the hermann trophy her senior year. when she graduates college, she puts her name forward in the draft for the wps and is the first draft pick that year for sky blue fc. she'd never say it, but her nomadic heart missed home. she missed being near her siblings and despite the great, grand adventure she was heading towards, she wanted to be near home. whatever her urge to be a short drive from her parents and siblings turned out to be intuition, after she gets injured in a game and is out for the rest of the season to rehab her back. it's the first time she's ever been in excruciating pain like this, her own body holding her prisoner. she doesn't like it. she hates it, even, and is ready to claw off her own skin. all she wants is to be back, because all she knows is soccer. it's all she cares about — she is nothing without it. this much she knows.

she's only given a short moment of triumph with her 2012 olympic gold win. the wps folds, and then the wpsl, and while everyone around leonie wonders if she'll wake up and realize soccer as a career maybe isn't in the cards, she still lines herself up for the nwsl draft. she cannot imagine a future without soccer in it, so she'll do whatever it takes, even if it means a third time's a charm league that's just as suspect to fail. she gets allocated to the chicago red stars, and thus begins the rest of her career as a professional athlete. she plays for the red stars from 2013 on, with a devastating 2016 olympic loss and a 2019 world cup win on the national team. she flourishes in chicago and puts down roots. leonie buys a house. she does endorsement after endorsement, bold and bright and beautiful, adored by teammates from her leadership on and off the pitch and the sense of humor that picks them all up whenever they need a small reprieve. leonie is in her element, glowing and burning like the sun.

at the tokyo olympics, leonie and the team win bronze. it's a comeback consolation from 2016, even if it's not the same high as the 2019 win — it comes with devastating news, though, that a small irritant in her knee is a cartilage tear that most doctors consider a career-ending injury. leonie hears white noise. she refuses to accept it, despite her parents and her siblings and her coaches and teammates and partner all try to find a new way to tell her that this is it for her. but stubborn leonie, never one to listen, fights it. she manages to find a doctor who can help her manage and squeezes in a few more seasons and the most disheartening world cup of her entire life before she is put on sei for the last time. she doesn't know how to say to the public that she's done, because then it feels final. finite. that soccer, the dream she has so dearly loved, is over.

after the 2023 world cup and the 2023 nwsl season wraps, leonie disappears. she heads overseas for a little while to clear her head, visit her french girlfriend, but she is not handling this new normal. she undergoes a surgery that turns out to be far more invasive and massive than she's led to believe, and when she wakes up, she feels like someone cut out her soul while under the knife. the cartilage transplant they'd given her all but assures her that if there is ever a return to soccer, it will never be in the capacity she imagined. there's possibly no return at all. rehab is brutal and she's in more pain than she ever could've imagined, and it creates a storm cloud over her head. instead of proposing to her french girlfriend, she's packing her bags and heading back to chicago with a gigantic question mark over her head. former teammates who have had to retire tell her there's a spot for her in sports broadcasting/media, or that she could coach, but leonie doesn't like the idea that she's done. she doesn't want the glory days to be over.

something forces her head out of her ass, like it usually does — leonie's brother calls from oregon, explaining in a strained voice that he needs her. from what she understands, his wife's left without a second word, leaving him and their daughter behind like ghosts in the wind, and being in a new town has left him in a sticky spot. he can't leave, but leonie can come. she doesn't have anything else to do, so she acquiesces. it's how she gets to windsor bay, in the name of putting one foot in front of the other, figuring that maybe her next step will reveal itself to her while she helps take care of her brother and niece. at the very least, it's nice to be floating in limbo with someone else.

╰　𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦.

adhd diagnosis when she was 13

perhaps the only known person alive who loved communal living at unc, lived in the dorms until her senior year

she's dated like, 3 of her former teammates, so she is not immune to the charm of a beautiful woman in close proximity to her lmao

to the last point, miss girl is an out and proud lesbian. she didn't come out publicly until the 2019 world cup but has been in her fair share of relationships — was definitely a lil bit of a player in her early 20s

curates impeccable spotify playlists. for any occasion or person, she’s got the go to track list for you.

despite being a former athlete all clean and straitlaced, she's big into weed. it helps with the knee pain to some extent, so she's got a medicinal prescription for it, but whether she's smoking it or baking a banger edible brownie, it's not unheard of for her to smell like marijuana.

honestly, a miracle she graduated high school and college, because school is not her jam. thanks god for spell check and calculator apps

she will never ever ever say the R word (retired) even though that's absolutely what she is, there's still this tiny little candle flame that holds out hope she'll be able to play in at least one more game

joined marching band in middle school mostly as a joke. played the triangle.

she's in more physical pain than she'll ever say, and basic quality of life things are a lil hard for her with her knee, so she's actively at physical therapy trying to help out that baby cartilage grow into something strong. lately she's been on a big swimming kick

leonie, my relaxed girl... is a terror when she's angry. like she's actually kinda scary. jokes that when she's mad her alter ego comes out

allergic to carrots

she understood instagram and twitter far more in like, 2012, than she does now. she constantly forgets that it's a thing and that she has accounts and will always be like "man i wish there was somewhere i could share this picture i took"

i like to think she's the love child of tobin heath and kelley o'hara but no one asked me