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Favorite Females: Georgie Flores (Cassandra Perkins - Famous in Love)

“Nothing better than girls kicking butt.”

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runawayretribution​:

location: bar & lounge

it was just like any other night. any other night in the raven house, that is. martha had found herself led to the bar before she would even attempt winding down for the night. she had a similar habit in the outside world - a glass of wine or two before bed to take the edge off. however, it seemed amplified when she was confined in those unfamiliar walls.

so, there she sat, glass in hand. that night, she had chosen a rather large leather chair that seemed quite worn in, though she had never seen anyone else sitting in it. the ice in her glass of whiskey clinked as she raised it to her lips. that was when the power went out. a sigh escaped her lips before the cool glass could meet them. normally, she wouldn’t have minded but since the music cut out along with the power, she found herself alone with her thoughts. which also meant she would be drinking more then usual.

she had downed a few more glasses when she heard the faint sound of footsteps padding along the carpet. “this space is ocupado. it’s not nice to go sneaking up on people in the dark.” her words had already begun to slur together.

          had the night gone off without a hitch, verónica might have thought something was off. every day that passed, it seemed like there was always something going on. however, something felt different about this. the way everyone else seemed to be in a tizzy and spreading off to their respective ways. still, looking for some kind of clue would have been beneficial for everyone in raven house. they could have gone anywhere else but if something was hidden away in the bar and lounge of the house, she couldn’t imagine anyone being too focused on finding it when there was a seemingly endless supply of whatever their poison was.  

the boots she had been wearing since the day she arrived did little to hide the fact that she was there, but the intention was not to try and catch anyone off guard. the voice, however, had been somewhat of a rude awakening for verónica. “no me di cuenta de que tenías un monopolio en el área,”  they mumbled under their breath, drawing closer to the seated woman. “why are you sitting in the dark?”

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bonniewhit​:

closed // @punkyronie​ location: outside the basement time: ???

darkness is natural. it is a part of the world, as inextricable as gravity or weather. and yet, staring down the steps to the basement, bonnie felt that the pitch below was something born instead of a terrible fiction. or another punishment, came the little voice at the back of her mind, and she clasped the ring in her pocket until it dug painfully into the skin of her palm. the light of the candle was just enough to light her own face and a few feet around her: an isolating illumination.

she had nearly gathered the courage to pick her way down the steps and look for something, anything, that might be helpful in these circumstances: a flashlight, a storm lantern, anything more concrete than just a flickering candle, when she heard footsteps down the hall. reflexively she flinched before the familiar face of verónica entered the small world of light around her. ‘boy, am i glad to see you,’ bonnie said, the words coming out with a slightly shaky laugh. ‘i keep thinking the silliest things, like there something stupid like ghosts or-’ she cut herself off, waving the words away with her free hand as if that would erase them from existence. ‘are you heading downstairs? i’m a bit nervous about getting stuck down there on my own.’

          there was something off about the whole thing. then again, verónica had been saying that since the day she woke up in the raven house. they had long since stopped asking why me? and soon moved onto how much longer? it didn’t seem like a hard question to answer, but no one seemed to even know where to start. though, as the lights went out, she wondered how much longer she would be asking the questions as it seemed like a new one popped into her head each and every day. with a candle in one hand, verónica used her other as a shield from her slow movements. the last thing she wanted was for her light to go out.

coming upon the top of the stairs that lead down to the basement, verónica ‘s heart stopped at the sight of bonnie - if only for a moment. it started pumping in her chest again and she knew there was no evidence of on their face. “bonnie,” she said, letting out a breath. “i think the dark plays tricks on our eyes sometimes.” who knew if what the other was seeing was accurate, but it would have been a lie if they said they hadn’t seen the same. “let’s go down together,” they offered, nodding their head slightly.

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hello !! i am so excited to be here and to bring my smol bean. you can call me tess - i use she and they and i say i’m the pst zone but the hours i’m up sometimes you would never guess it.

(     GEORGIE FLORES,   DEMI WOMAN,   SHE/THEY     —     oh  gosh,  sorry  VERÓNICA VALERIO !  i  didn't  see  you  there !  y'know,  i  can't  believe  you're  already  TWENTY-SIX  years  old;  seems  like  just  yesterday  you  were  tripping  over  yourself,  or  was  that  yesterday ?  just  kidding,  just  kidding  !  anyway,  i  hear  that  you've  been  here  since  1985,  or  so  you  think;  congratulations  !  at  least  that  shining  COMPOSED  personality  of  yours  hasn't  changed  a  bit,�� especially  that  ASPIRING  +  MODERATE,  but  ENVIOUS  +  STUBBORN  way  about  you.  look,  i  gotta  get  back  to  the  group,  but  i'll  see  you  around  !  

▼ STATISTICS.

Name: Verónica Ana Marie Valerio

Age: 26

Birthday: January 9, 1959 

Relationship status: single

Occupation: singer; nursing student

Gender & Pronouns: demi woman & she/they

Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Religion: Roman Catholic

Hometown: Chico, California

Current home: Raven House, [unknown]

Languages: English and Spanish

Family: Ana Marie and Guillermo Valerio (parents - deceased); Alejandro Valerio (oldest - living); Francisco Valerio (middle - living)

▼ BEFORE.

Having been born in the early morning on a cold January day, Verónica was what the family like to call “their miracle child”. She had two older brothers and they had been less than easy pregnancies for her mother so they were not sure if she would have been able to bring a third to term. Ana Marie was a strong woman, however, and was determined to do everything she could to make sure her baby girl arrived just on time.

The Valerio family was, at the time, new to America and California in general. They had only moved from Oaxaca just before they found out the family would be expanding again. Guillermo had worked in advertising and when the small company was looking to expand internationally, he jumped at the opportunity. In hopes of giving his family a different life and maybe better opportunity that they might not have otherwise been given.

With nearly four years between her and Francisco and another three between her and Alejandro, Verónica was never close with her brothers. Instead, she was, in their words “the annoying tag along” but she just wanted to be included in everything they did. That did not seem to stop them,  however, especially as they started to get older.

Growing up in the early 60s, Verónica felt spoiled when it came to music. The world’s favourites were all just there for her picking and while she never shied away from a certain genre, they gravitated towards the rock and punk bands - much to her parents dismay. 

They always questioned her taste in music, but they had learned their lesson from the two older boys in the family and never tried to stop her from listening to what made their daughter happy. But that didn’t mean Verónica didn’t have boundaries.

She went into nursing because it was what was expected of her. Her mother had never worked, choosing to stay home and raise Verónica and her older brothers, but Ana Marie wanted only the best for her only daughter. It was not what she envisioned for her life though. She wanted to be center stage and in front of a crowd - something her parents would have never understood.

Throughout high school, Verónica had been in the school’s choir. She loved to sing and even though it wasn’t exactly what she wanted to be singing, she never turned down the opportunity. It wasn’t until after graduating that she had been approached by one of the members of her class. They were in a band and recently lost their lead singer. He had, of course, heard Verónica sing before and thought she would be a perfect fit. Not knowing what she was getting herself into, Verónica said yes and the rest, as they say, is history. 

They weren’t sure what they were expecting, but the punk band was not exactly it. Appearance wise, Verónica stood out like a sore thumb but the rest of the band thought she was perfect. It wasn’t about the look for them - that could come later - it was the voice and boy did she have it. She meshed with them like they had been together for years. And they grew close. They were the family she chose to share a part of her life with - a part that she was not able to share with her conservative parents or brothers.

Verónica didn’t think her parents would be angry, but wasting her time in a band while she could be doing more important things were words that were engraved in her memory. They went to church every Sunday as a family, they said grace before every meal and Ana Marie and Guillermo wanted their children to have every opportunity available to them in life. Being the lead singer in a band just wasn’t one of those opportunities.

That first morning had been disorienting at first. She knew she had drank too much the night before and it was something that she would have to live with. But she had promised her parents to be back from her “sleepover” before noon and if there was going to be any hope of keeping that promise, she had to wake the rest of the band and get them on the road. They had gotten her a separate room so that she didn’t have to feel uncomfortable with the rest of them, but in hindsight, it might have been better for them to have stayed together.

Opening the doors, she expected the cream coloured walls but was met with something else entirely. And the door that was across from her own the night before was no longer there. Had she ended up at the wrong hotel? And while she moved through the corridor, the panic slowly started to fill her, Verónica took notice of the people around her.

Standing in the lobby, she saw nothing she recognized from the night before and now she stood at the front desk - not a single soul in sight. She even tried to leave, but nothing happened. 

▼ EXTRAS.

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