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Where: Brewed Awakening Who: @ofaugury

Alessandra was aware of a lot of things, the fact that she was pretty was something she hadn't forgotten from her old life. One of the few problems with being pretty was that it gave people this false sense that they were allowed to reach out and just touch you - a hand on the shoulder, a brush of fingertips on the arm, something barely there but still very much there. With it getting warmer she was wearing short sleeves, satin gloves donned that came to just past her wrists. Still, this motherfucker reached out in an attempt to make contact with whatever flesh they could get their greedy hands on. She felt herself about to freak out, shout at them and curse them out, when a woman swooped in and came between them, preventing it. Alessa breathed a sigh of relief, but still took a step back for safe measure. The interruption was enough for the stranger with grabby hands to back off, thankfully, and she could get back in line for her drink. "I— Thank you. Your skills of observance are at least higher than that shit for brains. I was about to crash out."

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She had been in town just long enough to have learned that the university had classes on the occult; it made her wonder if an actual witch taught there, who might have an interest in curses. Alessandra had taken it upon herself to sneak into a class, but after a brief conversation with the professor it was almost clear to her that she would be no help. At least she was directed towards a couple of books that she hadn't yet searched for answers, so it wasn't a totally fruitless trip.

Sighing, she sat with her iced americano in one of the few free seats outside. The weather had been obviously shit recently, she missed feeling the sunlight on her skin - a type of touch she could at least still enjoy. "Yeah, gorgeous." Alessandra replied, paying the journal no mind. She hadn't been snooping, and had no interest to. Everyone had their shit. "Sorry, I won't disturb you. Just one of the few seats left." Despite the nice day, she sat in a long sleeved shirt, with thin fabric gloves covering her hands. She was warm, too warm, but she wasn't ready to break out the dangers of t-shirts just yet. "I won't spy, if you wanted to continue writing."

'life continues being strange but in the good way, i suppose. aria and i are back together. i have a cat. we have a cat. the way we have a store. us ♥ ♥ ♥ i hate that the cat is cute, and i hate that Aria knows that i think the cat is cute. have ever told you about how a cat bit me when i was a kid? like, bit-bit, latched on, rabbit kicking, scratched me up really bad. you can still see it on my arm if you look hard enough. that's kind of funny if you think about it. my life is dominated by bites and fucking scratches. I've been th-

The journal slaps shut, almost defensively, when somebody sits at the table across from them. It's not for prying; it's full of shame and blood and secrets and pride that's for her.

who: Open where: Tideview University Campus

Autumn looks up to the person across from them now, looking them up and down with a cursory smile before she makes a pass at going back to the registration papers that'd previously been resting under the little leatherbound journal she'd picked up the day she'd met Summer.

"Gorgeous day, yeah?" Talking about the weather's as good a play at being normal as she can muster - and it's topical, Port Leiry having just survived it's second unprecedented storm inside of a Hundred Years.

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( camila morrone / female / she/her ) — ALESSANDRA ESTRADA has been living in Port Leiry for ONE MONTH. They currently work as a WAITRESS AT LUCKY CAT, and are 26 years old. No one is sure if they’re actually a HUMAN or if they’re connected to TUCKER CREEK MOBILE PARK. They tend to be quite ISOLATED and ABRASIVE, but can also be DETERMINED and PERCEPTIVE. — ( dani / gmt / she/her / 29 / n/a )

BIOGRAPHY. tws: drugs, alcohol

You grew up in Seattle but you were always without a home; growing up in the foster care system is never fun, less so when you’re pulled from foster home to foster home with the excuse of ‘trying to find the right fit.’ You quickly learned that was code for ‘they can’t put up with your shit anymore, Alessandra.’ At the age of eighteen, with no permanent home in sight you were transferred to a half-way house; a beacon of hope for you to get your shit together and get a job, start earning money, so once they deemed you could stand on your own two feet they could kick you to the shitty little apartment you can just about afford on your own whilst working two jobs.

Any spare money goes towards partying, and you party hard. Drugs, alcohol, sex - the best part is if you dress hot enough, the first two are almost always just handed to you. You live like this for two years; waking up, going to work at your first job at the local Target, finishing the early shift there and getting some sleep before your shift at a bar. They look the other way about your age, your fake ID good enough to prove to anyone who cared enough about the sleazy place to investigate. You’d finish your shift there at two in the morning, and head straight out partying. Work the next morning would always be hungover, or you’d head straight there from the party.

Two years later, it’s 2020 and you’re twenty-one years old when you meet him. Jameson Roy, he says his name is, and he makes you feel like you’re the only girl in the world. He introduces you to the world of magic and witches, and the sex is great. You fall for him, and yet it all goes downhill, it always does. You see him with someone else, someone who you think is obvious that he actually loves and she loves him. You’ve been used, and your feelings have been hurt like never before. You act like everything is fine until your opportunity for vengeance presents itself. Jameson leaves you alone for a moment, just a moment, with one of his grimoires and you destroy it in an instant. You yell and lash out, and in return he turns that beautiful magic against you.

You’re cursed, at twenty-one years old. Anyone you touch, or who touches you, will experience excruciating pain. You only have to test it once to find out he wasn’t fucking with you. Gone is the party life, traded in for isolation whilst you run. Running costs more than you think, and soon you’re working your way through life living on the streets. Five years later, after some extensive research, you finally get to a small town called Port Leiry and hear whispers of strange happenings and what might exist if you look deep enough. Witches. Finally you see a chance to get help with your curse, to see if anyone other than the one who cursed you can remove it. So far, there’s been no luck. You wear gloves constantly, freak out if anyone gets too close. You’ve had no meaningful relationships since you met Jameson Roy five years ago, most choosing to leave when they realise your walls can’t be broken down. How are you meant to show anything that remotely symbolises love when your love language is the one thing you can’t do; touch. 

ABOUT THE CURSE.

01. The curse only works for skin to skin contact; if you touch her through clothing, whilst wearing gloves etc you won't feel the pain. She still does not like people touching her regardless.

02. If you do touch her, via skin to skin contact, the pain you feel will be like a sharp burning sensation. The pain will radiate out from the part of you body that makes the contact, and spread further and hurt more the longer you maintain skin contact with Alessandra.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

the curser - Jameson Roy cursed Alessandra after she fell in love with him. She had caught him, seen him with Cait, and destroyed one of his grimoires as revenge. He saw red, and cursed her for daring to touch something that wasn't hers.

the cursers lover - Alessandra has no idea if she knows of what happened, knows of the sexual relationship her and Jameson had, the destroyed grimoire or the curse. Either way, she wants to keep a wide breadth. - Caitlin Siltshore.

the one who just gets it - They understand that she doesn't want to be touched, because they're the same. Their reasons could be wildly different, but they respect each others boundaries and even form a friendship over the mutual respect they have for each other and the respecting of those boundaries. It's rare, for people to listen to a request that should just be so fucking basic - Liam Slater (?)

the one who wants to fix her - Someone trying to find a way to break her curse, so that Alessandra can live her life like a normal human should be. Their motives are their own, whether they truly care or there's something in it for them, Alessandra doesn't know; but she'll accept help where she can get it.

the one who believes in exposure therapy - This person believes that if she just allows others to accept the fact that they'll hurt when they touch her, then she should allow them to do so. They want to help her get used to it, get used to causing pain to others and perhaps even use it to her own advantage.