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“don‘t touch my stuff,” vidia snapped, snatching the book out of his hands and regathering her belongings. the book (frankenstein, because she had a quiet fondness for the prose) was the top of a stack of three, with the other two being taken from the fitness section. she had decidedly low expectations for those two. it was why she’d been meandering her way over to the biography section, in the hopes that some athlete’s life story might miraculously jump out to her. as she straightened, readjusting the bag on her shoulder, she made sure to give him an appropriately annoyed expression. “do i need to be prepared to dodge everyone when i come in here, or is it just going to be you?” she drawled, still too annoyed for the words to be properly condescending, but making up for it with aforementioned annoyance.

status: open

location :  the  library

victor’s  head  was  elsewhere  ( as  usual  ).   so  much  so  that  he  hardly  noticed  himself  walking  in  the  path  of  someone  else.  he  did  realize  though  once  he  collided  with  the  other  person  resulting  in  a  mess  of  books  falling  to  the  ground  around  them.  ❝  i  am  so  sorry  !  ❞  he  rushed  out,  scrambling  to  help  pick  up  some  of  the  other’s  belongings. 

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vidia looked up from scrolling through spotify at the comment. after a considering pause she sent a withering glance upwards, as though she could forestall the weather with sheer will. which, now she thought about it, maybe she could - what was the point of being able to twirl wind around your fingers if you couldn’t use it to make a rain cloud go away? a finger on her left hand twitched and a breeze followed. it would probably be way too much effort. not worth it. she abandoned the thought almost as soon as it had begun, shifting a flat gaze back to the guy. who was still talking to her. “maybe. tell them you got sick or something,” she replied with a shrug. “or just ditch. maybe they don’t care - or, maybe they’ll be too relieved you’re not dead when you turn up again to fire you. i don’t know your boss, sweetie, i couldn’t tell you,” she added, edging closer and closer to a saccharine condescension the more she spoke. really, she may as well be saying i don’t give a shit.

location: somewhere outside  the streets you feel 

time: whatever you like 

“feels like rain, doesn’t it?” riku broke the awkward silence as he held his turned-off phone in his hands as he waited for his uber. he couldn’t muster the energy to walk home today. running around doing howls bidding had left him wanting a much needed break. 

“the one and only time I forget my umbrella. you think my boss will be upset if i skip out on the rest of my shift? ”

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there was an odd familiarity to a casino like this - nothing fond, really, but certainly familiar. trailing after her father on business, playing cards with her mother. snake eyes wasn’t vegas, but the deja vu crept up nonetheless. vidia wasn’t sure what exactly she felt about it, just that she wanted to squash those feelings. ugh. she needed a drink - her mood was usually sour, but this was veering a little too close to maudlin for comfort. 

she was drawn from her brooding by someone actually approaching her, her eyes narrowing at the sight of him. “depends on what you’re gonna sell me if i’m not having a good time,” she drawled, eyeing first him and then the drink he was offering. “and this is?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, taking the drink despite her question, though not taking a sip from it yet.

the night seemed to be going off without a hitch; there was certainly something in the air that was to blame. perhaps it was the full moon, after all. that’s when the crazy people come out to play. and come, they had. the sound of tokens and ringing of cha-ching-ching-ching-a-ling echoed through the halls. another win for a lucky soul. the music had drown out the chatter of ghosts, ghouls, vampires, and cowboys, and orion. well, he strolled through his casino, the smile across his lips lighting up the room as his guest began to stream accepting his sincerest welcome.

he had gone over to the bar to make sure the services were running smoothly when he noticed a lost sheep waiting for a good shepherd.

“now now, are you lost or are we just not having a good time?” 

he inquired, hand offering the stranger a clear beverage, white wings spread out elegantly across his back. 

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orion’s halloween party, 2022.

vidia bellefonte as... lara croft.

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late night walks weren’t always vidia’s style, but she’d been far too cooped up lately. she needed to stretch her wings, at least metaphorically, and what better time than right now? call her arrogant - many people had - but when you could twist wind around your finger, you didn’t let being out at night scare you.

call it some fairy instinct, or pure chance, or who knew what, but for whatever reason her wandering led her winding through the city until she found herself catching sight of the woman of the hour and stopping short. she blinked in surprise for a moment, caution warring with interest. “you don’t say,” she drawled. the curiousity glinting in her eyes overcame her trepidation. “last i checked, it was princes who should be looking over their shoulders. or did i miss something?”

She’d kept track of her beastie. The princess had managed to really make a perfect little life in blissful ignorance. She’d done everything to try to forget that Maleficent was her shadow and she only grew the further the girl strayed into the light. She felt safe in the arms of her true love and Maleficent could laugh at the idiocy of it. But humans would always be on the bottom of her list of cares, how they functioned was insignificant to her.

Love. Ridiculous. The Mayor hide behind high walls and powerful magic because he ‘loved’ his city. He hadn’t poured his soul into defending it like she had for her Moors. It was always others fighting her in the name of the great Michael Mouse. “Coward.” She whispered as she ran her hand along the gate of the manor as she walked by. She hoped he could sense her there. She’d get her reward yet. She stopped at the sight of another in her path. “Rather late to be about, don’t you think? There’s so many terrible things that hide in the dark.”

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vidia’s eyebrows furrowed, taking in the cat and the person at once. “oh fuck,” she muttered, tilting her head to take in the cat. the black fur had been enough for recognition to spark, but a closer look did confirm: that was, in fact, her cat. “no, that little brat’s mine,” she said, exasperation obvious even as she reached out with practiced arms to take the cat off the woman’s hands.

“her name’s bonita. she doesn’t usually get out, takes too much time away from her life’s mission of getting cat hair all over my furniture,” she added once settled. it was more than she’d usually say, especially in conversation with someone she wasn’t friends with. but, fuck it, she had a soft spot for bonita. “... she wasn’t far from here, was she?”

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belle held the cat in her arms as she walked down the street of houses, as if simply looking upon the door would tell her if this cat belonged to them or not. either way, at least this path would lead to her own home — hopefully adam and the others wouldn’t mind if she kept a lost cat in her room for a while.

or perhaps she should leave the cat with the animal protection society?

when she saw a figure close by, she immediately walked over to them. “ hello, i’m sorry to bother you, but i was wondering if you knew a cat-owner along this street ? or perhaps she’s yours ? ” she asked, turning so they could see the cat’s face.

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vidia was not a party person. she’d never been a party person, and never would. definitely not this kind of party, with champagne glasses and ice sculptures everywhere. she was here more just to say she had been, to see the home of the great mickey mouse. she’d done one lap around the areas open to the public, enough to get a feel for the layout, but had otherwise been sticking to the walls, the way she always tended to do. keeping to herself. more or less.

she raised an eyebrow at the guy taking it upon himself to talk to her. “figure that out all by yourself, did you?” she drawled, sugary sweet. “fancy is kind of the point, sweetie. it’s a gala. could hardly show off their little manor if they didn’t dress it up.”

Milo had no idea what he was doing here. Going to a party wasn’t exactly at the top of his list but he supposed this was a good way of getting to know people and maybe bumping into someone who could help him out. He was also tired of being cooped up and waiting for the world to come banging on his door again. He smiled politely at the people he was bumping into as he tried to get to an area that was less crowded. Finally by the spread, he sighed in relief and attempted conversation. “Fancy, huh?”

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vidia mostly decided to take the seat opposite the girl to see what she’d do - and, maybe, just to make someone uncomfortable. maybe not particularly nice of her, but then, she’d never really made that a priority. there was amusement to be found in watching a certain type of person scramble to apologise for existing, and she was bored. plus, there was a flicker of curiosity about the girl’s demeanour. despite herself. “no need. you look like you could use the company, sweetie,” she replied with a condescending smile once the girl was halfway through gathering her things. “i’d much rather have someone looking meek and mopey in that seat than whoever might try and sit there if this place starts filling up. who died to make you look that way?” she added.

   abandoned in the now cold restaurant booth, eyes staring out the wide storefront windows as she continues to ponder. sorrel was enjoying her new life in town. it was quaint. calm even. amidst job hunting and moving in with a helpful companion, she found herself being asked out by curious strangers. she, of course, was more than welcoming to the idea. she got to experience what the town had to offer as well as make new friends. until this time . . it didn’t feel so mundane. this time she was asked on a third outgoing with someone who seemed more than determined. unable to keep up, she found herself in her lonesome, her date tired of running in circles due to her dodging. or that’s what she assumes at least. she’s lost in a trance until she sees someone approach from the corner of her eye. ‘ oh, i’m sorry, ’ she says while trying to gather her belongings. quickly she forces a smile on her face. ‘ let me — let me get out of your way ! just one moment. ’

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vidia couldn’t imagine a worse nightmare when casually going about her day than some loud, enthusiastic little pipsqueak interrupting it. the moment she stopped to hear why the girl was looking for her attention she wished she hadn’t. this was not how she’d thought her love of attention would screw her over - not that she’d ever thought too much about how it would. she blinked for a few moments once the girl was done speaking, a hand on her hip and brain processing. “... wow,” she drawled. “do you need an adult or something, sweetie? at the very least you should consider investing in a stepladder,” she continued with a sweet smile of thinly veiled condescension. “how about this - you don’t come anywhere near me with stickers and this can be my charitable act for the day.”

the moment she and dipper made it to elias mabel was lit with excitement and awe; don’t get her wrong, she was absolutely gonna miss gravity falls and all the amazing people they met there but a new place to call home was an opportunity, and she was so ready to dive in head first, deciding to spend her day walking around town and getting acquainted by everything the place had to offer, which leads us to here, with the short girl standing in front of the aisle with distraught eyes and a pout on her lips as she tried once more on her toes as her arm extended toward the 16″ darex the dino squishmallow sitting on the higher shelf of the aisle, (all round and beautiful with the kindest eyes)  before letting out a defeated sigh, muttering out a few huffy words under her breath with her pout becoming all the more exaggerated, but she was determined, and very close to straight up climbing up the shelf herself before quickly perking up just a bit at the sight of the other person walking by, almost obnoxiously waving her hands up in the hopes of getting their attention. “hey! hi, you, yeah! um, c-could i use your height real quick? maybe? possibly?…please? i’ll like…share all my candy with you forever for like, the rest of my life, i swear, i’ve got like, lots of it…and if that’s like, not what you’re into i also totally have these cute lil stickers you could choose from too, glittery ones, these hilarious ones with lil googly eyes on ‘em, you name it, i probably got it!” she snorts softly at herself, giving the other her best set of puppy dog eyes. “…i’ll also be your best friend forever?” she beams pleadingly, in a way she hopes is convincing. 

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jordan’s eyebrows furrowed as she observed ada. “hey,” she greeted, walking a few steps closer. she’d been looking for a little bit of a break from the crowds - it was almost funny, the way she loved a crowd from the stage, but could get a little suffocated actually being in it. finding ada had been a nice surprise that had been quickly followed by concern as she actually took in her friend. “you doing good? i was thinking of taking a break from all that -” she gestured back towards the main crowd “- if you wanna come with me.”

Ada was all over the place. She liked parties but she didn’t really feel like being around anyone right now. She was a mess of emotions and her dad had not been joking about how hard the demonic powers were to manage like this. She was having a hard time with it but she wasn’t one to give in to the hard stuff. She leaned against the wall behind the stage and took a couple of deep breaths. But it was over as quickly as it started and she was relieved she could breath normally. 

She looked over at the other person who was there, “Uh, hey. Fancy seeing you here.”

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🎭⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────    gwen’s   sour   disposition   changed   when   she   saw   it   was   jordan   next   to   her.      “   didn’t   know   it   was   you.   had   i   looked   and   seen   it   was   you   i   would’ve   given   a   better   hello.   trust   me   i’m   grateful   for   the   company.   it’s   better   than   what   i’ve   been   given   the   last   hour.   ”   gwen   kept   her   circle   small.   call   it   trust   issues   with   famous   parents   but   she   wasn’t   as   willing   to   let   people   in   like   eowyn   was.   jordan   however   she   had   met   through   theatre   and   the   two   had   clicked   instantly.      “   i’ve   been   trying   to   score   a   drink   that’s   not   a   capri   sun   since   the   party   began.   like   no   one’s   out   here   offering   to   buy   me   anything.   ”      she   could   feel   the   sting   of   jealousy   towards   eowyn   as   she   spoke.      “   think   you   can   sneak   me   something   ?   if   i’m   going   to   endure   this   crowd   i   need   to   be   a   little   buzzed.   ”

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“well, you’re welcome. my presence is a gift,” jordan replied, accepting the explanation and attitude in stride. lord knew she couldn’t hold it against her - jordan herself wasn’t always the most friendly. she frowned at the question, hiding her discomfort and the wisps of childhood memories. sure, she appreciated having found gwen and gaining a companion for her foray into theatre, but she wasn’t eager for prying questions into her birth parents or why she didn’t drink. “you don’t actually need to endure the crowd, gwen,” she pointed out, but nonetheless acquiesced with a sigh moments later. “what do you want?”

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if alex was anything he was a people person - in direct defiance of what anyone who knew his mother would probably expect. it meant that, at parties like this, he was at his happiest when he’d found someone new to chat to. “i’ve got to agree. something about the music being loud enough to feel in your bones really makes it hit different, you know?” he replied, leaning closer so she could hear him over the aforementioned music. “i don’t know whether that kind of thing all the time is great for your long term hearing, but this probably qualifies as a special enough occasion.”

Status: Open

Cassie wasn’t a party person but she wasn’t one to turn down a social event. So much could be seen and appreciated! She enjoyed meeting new people and parties, especially big ones, could be so intimate. She appreciated the pockets of moments where she could make a good connection. 

“Now be honest, is this event not just perfect? It’s so loud I can’t hear my heart beating.” 

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jordan wasn’t a drinker, really, and it was kinda refreshing to actually have a party where they at least seemed to care the rules. somehow, she doubted gwen shared that sentiment. the response to the dismissal was an equally dismissive eyeroll, followed by jordan taking a place right next to the blonde. “too bad,” she replied. “all i’m offering is my great company, which you better be grateful for after that hello. now, what’s up? i could feel the complaining energy from across the damn room.”

🎭⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   gwen   had   found   herself   trying   to   snag   some   alcohol   at   this   event.   she   wasn’t   interested   in   mocktails   or   soda.   all   she   wanted   was   a   cosmo.   oh   to   be   nineteen   in   this   cruel   world.   so   far   everyone   was   abiding   rules.   tragic.   her   sisters   were   nowhere   to   be   found.   gwen   was   sure   she   could   force   kinsley   to   sneak   her   something.   even   if   it   was   just   one   drink.   the   blonde   noticed   someone   approaching   her   and   an   immediate   eye   roll   left   her   body.      “   unless   you   can   do   something   for   me   i’m   not   interested.   ”   

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alex bellefonte.

traits: petty, open, protective, friendly, laid-back, sarcastic, optimistic

pinterest for the vibe: here

the story: here

update: he's started working as a social worker! good for him!

wanted connections: past foster kids / coworker / surrogate sibling / crush / half-sibling??? / opposites attract / just some fun friends / whatever you can think of!

jordan bellefonte.

traits: ambitious, independent, passionate, impatient, competitive, guarded, honest

pinterest for the vibe: here

the story: here

update: jordan is working on her debut album and has already released a few singles. she’s starting to pursue her interest in acting - specifically theatre. between songwriting, local gigs, and auditions, she’s been keeping pretty busy.

wanted connections: give! her! a! girl! gang! / rival / musical connection / new theatre connection / fellow foster kid / long lost childhood friend / hookup / some hot and cold romance thing / anything else you vibe with!

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serena rushed over, cringeing at the mannequin as it crashed onto the floor. she could almost imagine it sighing in resignation accepting it’s fate. “ i’m sorry, ” she shook her head, moving to pick it up and set it on its wheels. “ but, um, thank you for trying anyway, ” she smiled, awkward but sincere. she decided to ignore the fact that the stranger had, likely, dropped it on purpose.

the forced sweetness in her voice didn’t go unnoticed, but serena answered anyway. “it’s a dress form mannequin. for making dresses, or anything, really. these make it so you can adjust the bust and the waist, ” she pointed out the cogs in the middle of the torso. “ you’ve … never seen one before ? ” she couldn’t help but ask, tilting her head.

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“yeah, you’re welcome,” Vidia dismissed with a wave of her hand, still eying the mannequin with an air of disgust. her attention shifted to the woman once she started answering the question, however. she couldn’t help but huff in annoyance, giving a defensive, “of course i’ve seen mannequins before,” in response. maybe not this specific kind of mannequin, but enough to get the gist. “as fascinating as all that was, what i meant is why are you sending it careening down the street when it already seems a little... unpristine?”

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“what are you doing on some mummy bloggers site in the first place?” Vidia responded with a raised eyebrow. the judgement was, as always, palpable. “sounds like you found exactly what you were looking for. not her fault if you have a kitten name.”

🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   “   according   to   a   woman   in   some   mothers-help-soon-to-be-mothers   site,   Simba   would   be   a   good   name   for   a   kitten,   preferably   a   ginger   one,   and   not   for   a   boy.   I   don’t   know   how   I’m   supposed   to   feel   about   this.   ”   simba   spoke   loud   as   he   took   a   sip   from   his   soda.   

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she must be a sucker because hearing someone yell at her to catch it got Vidia moving to do just that before she’d really processed what it was. once she did, she couldn’t help but cringe, instantly dropping the thing at her feet. “ugh!” she nudged it with her foot, wrinkling her nose and making a mental note to wash her hands as soon as possible. jesus. thoroughly annoyed and having done her good deed for the day in stopping the runaway mannequin (expecting her to hand the thing back was, honestly, a step too far - just look at it), she directed her attention to the person who had inflicted the thing upon her. “sweetie, what the fuck is this thing?” she asked, condescendingly sweet in the way she forced the words out. she deserved a sainthood for not gritting her teeth, really.

༶ ⋆  where: along a line of shops somewhere

serena took a long hard look at the mannequin she’d taken from the alley. it was perfect – adjustable torso, made for forming dresses – and it was just standing there right next to a pile of broken plastic mannequins, plastic bags and old shoe boxes. her tote bag was already full with clothes she’d also found in the other bin. surely they were all bound for the rubbish…at least that’s what serena hoped they were doing there. she’d seen it stand there for 3 days, the pile only getting smellier, and she thought…well, what was the harm? embarrassingly, she thought to herself: finders keepers…?

caught in her thoughts, she didn’t realise that she’d wandered onto the middle of the walkway, on a collision course to the people walking in the opposite direction. when the rolling mannequin skipped over a crack on the pavement, she tried to catch it but ended up pushing it further away from her.

“ oh my gosh, NO, please catch it !! ” she exclaimed.