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Mericat had almost finished getting ready when they released Darryon could finally stand up. In this case, ‘almost ready’ meant was that she had gotten dressed and made some pancakes for breakfast, barely aware of her own hungover (which she had kept at bay with a lot of water and the rest of her french fries from the last night). They didn’t know the man very well, having met him the night before but not wanting to leave him to get home by himself. “You’re welcome. You were shitfaced, I’m surprised you’re standing up.” Merricat laughed at his observation. “Ah, well, you gotta learn that lesson eventually. Doesn’t matter the order or what you do, copious amount of alcohol will always be copious amount of her alcohol.” They pointed to the two plates on the table. “Pancakes?”

to: open / @roswellstarters​

located: muse’s house

                he had spent most of the morning slouched before a toilet;  echoing out groans of a man filled to the brim with regret.    now ,  at least  ,  he was able to stand on his own two feet.  barely.  he’s plopped down on someone’s sofa,  his head thrown back when he lets out an appreciative mutter:      “   thanks for letting me crash.  ”     although, morally, he’s not sure there were any other options for a guy who was far too inebriated to correctly state his address let alone drive home last night.    “  i’m sorry,  i   didn’t mean to get so drunk,  what’s that saying,  that,  beer before liquor and you won’t get sicker or something ?  it’s a lie, is what it is.  ”    

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Merricat had been on her way back to work after an early lunch break when she saw the woman with her child, and the tiny hat hitting the ground. A small smile appeared on her face, one of longing. She had never seen herself as motherly, and hadn’t given the possibility a thought until a couple years before, perhaps motivated by their parents’ constant question about where their life was headed, if they would ever find someone, if they would ever have a child, if they would ever settle into a career. Lately, as she waited to hear from the adoption agency, Merricat found herself delighted by children - even when they were being little demons. 

When the woman moved away from the hat, still desperately trying to calm the child down, Merricat quickly walked closer and got it, though the woman was so distracted she barely took notice of it and kept walking, always focused on the baby. Merricat followed a few steps behind. “No need to panic.” She said, gesturing to the hat. “You dropped this before, and I just wanted to give it to you so you don’t have to look for it. How old is your baby?” 

when: aug 22nd - 11:57am where: nebula eatery who: open ( @roswellstarters​ )

In an attempt at some semblance of normalcy, Bron had thought it a decent idea to take Callum out for a stroll. Comfortably cool as it was under their mother’s roof, they still felt stifled by Ava’s near constant presence, observant and poised to spring to action whenever she thought her daughter to be struggling.

Bronagh had followed all of the guidelines, even stepped aside for Ava to pick out Callum’s outfit— a loose pair of linen overalls over a white t-shirt and a wide brimmed hat dotted with swimming ducks. But none of the precautions against the scalding heat seemed to soothe Callum enough to dissuade his ragged screeching.

“Shh, sh-sh-sh…” Bron tried consoling her son, leaning over the stroller to find their child red-faced and pinched around an agonised expression. Panic beading along the back of Bronagh’s neck, they ducked into the first place they could find: Nebula Eatery. 

She parked the stroller to one side and scooped Callum out, hoisting him against her chest. A tiny fist knocked the hat from his head. Bobbing her son, Bronagh scoured the space for a spare place to sit. She just needed to feed him; he’d cool down with the air-con and then they could dash back home, tail between their legs. But there was nowhere to sit, or so it looked, Bronagh’s panic-stricken gaze flitting far too quickly to properly register anything but the stares, the glances, some curious, others perturbed.

Someone approached them.

“I’m sorry,” Bronagh said instantly, voice caught between defensiveness and despair, “I’ll go in a second, he’s just really hot.”

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intro: MERRICAT CAO

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‷ watch out , MARCELINE “MERRICAT” CAO SMITH has crash-landed into roswell !! they look THIRTY-EIGHT YEARS OLD and celebrate their birthday on JULY 25TH. they are from ROSWELL, reside in GREYSTONE COMPLEX and are currently working as A TATTOO ARTIST AT BLACK BOX TATTOO & PIERCING. one thing you should know about them is WHEN THEY WERE BEGINNING TO LEARN HOW TO TATTOO, MERRICAT MADE SOME VERY BAD TATTOOS ON THEMSELF, BUT COVERED MOST OF THEM UP LATER ON, EXCEPT FOR A BADLY DRAWN BIRD ON THEIR LEFT LEG. ‷ 

TW: death

➣ NICKNAMES: Merricat, Cece, Marce (if you want to piss her off)

➣ PRONOUNS: She/They

➣ ORIENTATION: Bisexual

➣ BIRTH DATE: July 25th 1984

➣ OCCUPATION: Tattoo artist at Black Box Tattoo & Piercing

➣ THE PAST:

↳ Marceline was born and raised in Roswell by caring, loving parents, at least until they died in a car crash when she was seven. She doesn’t remember much about them, though she kept a bunch of family photos and some other family stuff when she moved to the orphanage. She spent most of her childhood there, being raised by people who, although caring, had a somewhat distant demeanor, likely from raising so many children at once. 

They were a troublemaker from the start. Academically smart, sure, but way too curious to be obedient. Since that was pretty much known by everyone, it was a surprise when a kind couple adopted them at age twelve. They already had a biological child and another adopted one at that point, so Marceline was once again surrounded by people they didn’t quite know. When it came to their name change, they refused to get rid of their old surname, and their new family name ended up just being added at the end. 

Merricat continued being a troublemaker after that, always being contrasted by her much calmer and more focused siblings. She graduated with a high GPA and got a scholarship to the University of New Mexico, where she started a chemistry degree, later changing it to an art history degree, and finally graduating with a criminal justice degree, all of which she never used. She got her first tattoo in college, and having been obsessed with drawing and painting since she was little, decided to start learning how to do it.

They still went through a lot of career changes, never being able to hold a job for more than two years because they always got bored with it. They finally started tattooing as a job nine years ago, and that was the one career she fell in love with.

➣ THE PRESENT:

↳ Merricat still holds a lot of the hobbies she accumulated through her life, like boxing, painting, and crocheting, and keeping up with all of them makes her feel like she has no free time. Being adopted herself, she has applied to adopt an older child almost a year ago, but she’s still in the process of figuring that out.

➣ ABOUT ROSWELL:

↳ Merricat can sometimes go full conspiracy theorist, but how much they actually believe is up in the air even for themself. They do enjoy making alien themed tattoos, though, which is all that matters.

➣ RELATIONSHIPS:

↳ Rhys Evan Taylor: Ex-boyfriend/one that got away

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