#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— mabel mora.

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@milleroptimism ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"i'm almost thirty ––" she began, hand reaching for the glass in front of her, "–– and i have nothing figured out. I should be finding a job, or a place to live and instead all i can think about is..." she trailed off, shoulders shrugging as she let the train of thought disappear into the air. "i don't know. maybe i'm just lost."

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@clochanam​​​ ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"i've been lied to, i've been cut and deleted." shoulders lifted in a shrug, as if to make out that it had bothered her far less than it actually had. "i've heard some things that i will leave unrepeated."

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@duquete​​​ ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

if there was one thing that mabel was able to do, it was try to make a little lighter of the sorts of situations that she managed to get herself in. shrugging her shoulders, she was quick to offer her own insight to the choices that she made. "i take in clowns like a one-woman circus."

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@salvatoraes ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

her arms were aching with the weight of the bags that she'd dragged with her for what felt like miles (the reality was that it wasn't anywhere near that far), huffing slightly to herself as she walked. it was true, the home stretch to your destination was far the most painful part of it all. knocking also wasn't part of mabel's repertoire at the best of times, but right now waiting for a response to a knock was only going to have these bags feeling heavier by the second, and she didn't have time for it. "what?" she asked as she pushed the door right open. "women who knock never make history."

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@prcttylittlethings​​​​ ♡’d for a starter (no longer accepting) !

“i used to run in packs –– groups of friends in different parts of my life, you know?” she explained, shoulders raising and falling in a quick shrug. “until i didn’t. and then i found it hard to let people in like i used to.”

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@goldshadows​​ ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

there was a loud thud from behind the wall, one that was enough to have caught mabel’s attention. living in a building like this meant that often you could here the lives the other residents continuing around you –– the low sound of music seeping through cracks in the walls, the sound of a baby crying, of furniture moving. but this sounded a little closer than she would have liked. like it was actually inside her own apartment. “did you hear that too?” she asked, wanting to make sure she hadn’t actually imagined it before she got up to investigate it. “it sounded like it was right there ––”

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@goldshadows​​​ ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"you gotta see it to believe it." mabel's latest impulsive decision had led her straight on a roadtrip, a couple of weeks escaping the life that she'd built in new york, the arconia. "sky never looked so blue." but now she was back, and all she could do was relive those memories through the pictures on her phone that she was showing the other.

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𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬   →   accepting.

@timesense : ❝ don't say i didn't warn you. ❞

"wait, what?" the question came quickly, with the brunette trying her best to move to catch up with the other as she turned to walk away from her. it was ominous enough as it was, without knowing exactly what she ought to be warned about. "what do you mean?" she called out again, pace quickening enough so that her coat was flowing behind her, picking up in the wind. "you know that's a real creepy thing to say with no context!"

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𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.   →   accepting.

@goldshadows : ❛  where were you last night?  ❜

"what?" the question had come as a surprise to mabel, mostly due to the fact that she'd thought that she'd managed to get away with her late night sneaking out undetected. but apparently, she'd been wrong. the surprise was painted onto her face, eyes dropping as she took a second to formulate whatever sort of answer she could. "what do you mean? i was here." for most of the night. was it a lie? or simply dancing around the truth? "why, did you look for me or something?" deflect, deflect, deflect.

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𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝   →   accepting.

@shesdaylight​ : “ we  took  a  wrong  turn .  ”

mabel looked around, eyebrows frowning as she realised that the blonde was right. she had no idea where they’d wound up. “well.” she started, continuing to try and look for some form of landmark that might give off some indication as to how they might get back on track. “it’s not my fault google maps clearly doesn’t know where this place is either.” glancing down at her phone, the blue pin that signalled the end of their journey was very much in the middle of nowhere. “i thought this thing was meant to know where everything was. isn’t that the point?”

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@gentsleuth​​ ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

mabel stretched her back out as she finally lifted her head from the art she’d been working on for herself. time didn’t matter when she got in the zone, though the lengthening shadows of the skyline through her open curtains told her it had gotten later into the evening than she’d planned to paint for. but when inspiration struck, you couldn’t pick and choose. you had to clutch it with both hands and hope that it lasted. “how’s your little project going?” she asked, stepping carefully towards a piece that looked awfully familiar, though even she knew better than to mistake it for the genuine article. had she not watched benoit paint it himself, she herself might have been fooled.