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"your team, your dancers?" sianni questions as silence lingers in the air afterwards. for some reason, she could have been wrong but her mess of a mind right now was most likely thinking beyond what she needed to. "i appreciate your words, i really do. but would you actually walk with me out that door right now though-- you know if that's what i was going to do?"

"i actually think i am gonna leave, i'm hungry, are you?"

  alara  was  often  undeterred  ,  positively  positive  unless  she  was  really  in  the  thick  of  it  .  even  then  ,  she  would  try  to  conceal  any  pain  or  suffering  she  felt  for  the  sake  of  trying  to  make  others  feel  better  .  she  told  herself  there  was  no  space  to  allow  yourself  grief  …  you  could  feel  it  but  you  mustn't  dwell  .  even  in  this  small  case  scenario  ,  she  seems  comfortable  and  fluid  ,  "  i  don't  know  …  i  like  to  say  things  ,  "  she  explains  it  away  and  lets  out  a  small  laugh  ,  "  you  can  hug  me  but  you  don't  have  to  apologise  .  it's  fine  …  and  i'm  sure  that  bringing  your  team  here  is  plenty  .  i  used  to  take  my  team  places  all  the  time  …  and  my  dancers  …  but  they  didn't  need  me  to  be  there  all  night  to  have  a  good  time  .  we're  human  .  a  door  is  a  door  and  we  can  walk  out  of  it  any  time  that  feels  right  .  "  

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rafaela blanks out for a moment, "i'm sorry, did i just not make it clear of my intentions right now, hon? of course i have a room, does this visual display of me being here alone, not give that off?"

rafaela scans the person's figure with her eyes, "sit, did you get stood up too? also, rafaela," instead of extending her arm over the food and table, she extends her arm to the side of the table.

there  was  no  reason  that  mx  was  wandering  around  deer  lake  ,  the  magnificence  of  the  setting  completely  lost  on  them  .  they  had  seen  beauty  in  all  things  big  and  small  but  also  the  opposite  ,  beauty  in  the  eye  of  the  beholder  but  through  his  tinted  glasses  ,  everything  was  ran  array  with  transcending  gloom  .  it  wouldn't  have  crossed  his  mind  that  somebody  would  go  to  so  much  effort  for  a  date  ,  the  idea  of  romance  in  the  modern  age  something  that  very  rarely  crossed  his  mind  .  dating  would  have  been  lost  on  mx  ,  already  in  the  mood  for  sabotage  before  the  prospect  of  romantic  company  was  on  offer  .  relationships  with  them  never  went  far  ..  for  good  reason  .   only  when  being  addressed  ,  they  lean  backwards  ,  tilt  of  the  head  ,  "  impressive  .  good  to  know  you  take  self  care  so  seriously  ,  "  grin  borders  into  wickedness  while  teasing  ,  no  substance  induced  haze  following  him  around  for  that  day  at  least  .  the  simmering  dread  in  his  stomach  drowned  out  with  snacks  and  the  delight  of  early  evening  ,  before  his  slump  truly  began  ...  "  i  guess  you  don't  have  room  for  one  more  ,  then  ?  "

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rafaela stays silent for a moment, thinking... "hey you're the one holding scissors in the forest. But... Tell me hon, if you're so sketched out, why come to the sketch out place that's giving sketchy in the first place?"

rafaela lets out a breath, "wow, that was too many of the same words i used just now, i reckon you're about to carry on what you were doing or about to do, but i'm serious hon, join me. i can't finish all this by myself... i mean i can, but, you're here. it's only right i keep my hospitality going, no? also, i'm rafaela," rafaela sticks her hand out.

DEER lake, contrary to popular belief, had less deer & more lake than the name would imply. She hasn't - in all her thirty one years in this town - seen a deer in decades. Maybe they were all hunted out, maybe she just never picked the right season or time, but you know what Deer lake had?

Mint.

Peppermint plant, to be more precise & with some shiny scissors in hands, Emma was on her way to pick herself an entire field of it - she needed it for her recipes & her own plant suddenly withered.

A voice stopped her in her tracks & she rounded a tree to where a candelight dinner was prepared - & a single occupant sat by the table. Emma frowned & when the girl invited her to join, retorted;

"No offence, but with all the recent occurences, this looks more like a dark-fantasy come to life, & I'd hate to lose a limb. You're no fae, right? They seem to be all the rage lately."

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siannai removes her hand from her face when she hears alara speak up, "you just liked my outfit?" she blinks as she has a slight pout on her lips, "you like my outfit?" she questions once more with melodramatic-ness before she begins to follow through with a sob.

"then why didn't you just point at me or my outfit and give me like thumbs up or something, like someone who likes an outfit? how was i supposed to know? now i feel more like trash?" she rambles on through sobs.

"can i give you a hug to apologize?"

"also i can't just leave my team behind, i brought them all here."

alara  ,  of  course  ,  had  a  rumbustious  side  .  she  could  drink  ,  party  ,  scream  along  with  the  best  of  them  but  she  had  never  been  much  of  a  fighter  .  in  times  that  perhaps  it  had  been  called  for  ,  she  had  been  the  bigger  person  and  stepped  aside  ,  more  in  flight  than  ever  in  fight  .  she  would  be  the  first  to  overcorrect  her  own  possible  behaviour  by  completely  retreating  and  she  had  no  reason  to  cause  a  ruckus  this  evening  ...  she  would  leave  that  to  certain  family  members  ... bambi  eyes  and  gently  curated  features  as  she  tilts  her  head  to  the  side  ,  a  softness  about  her  that  was  genuine  when  she  observes  what  seems  to  be  a  confusing  series  of  reactions  .  "  i  just  liked  your  outfit  ,  "  she  says  simply  ,  rounding  things  up  in  such  an  inarguable  simple  ,  honest  way  that  there  was  no  reason  for  a  counter  reaction  .  the  subtle  smile  on  her  lips  is  more  so  of  reassurance  than  anything  else  ,  unable  to  really  understand  the  footing  in  this  conversation  she  moves  closer  and  then  rests  her  hand  atop  the  table  that  the  other  is  now  at  .  she  rolls  a  slight  shrug  as  she  adds  ,  "  i  think  we  all  feel  like  trash  sometimes  ,  "  with  the  glimmer  of  honesty  ...  "  you  can  go  home  any  time  you  like  ...  you're  not  a  prisoner  ,  "  although  there  was  almost  certainly  more  to  it  ,  she  wasn't  digging  .  "  do  you  want  me  to  walk  with  you  ?  "

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kiana being a cat mom

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OPEN STARTER- TO EVERYONE

LOCATION - DEER LAKE

TIME - 9:30pm

tw: alcohol, a lil dark humor 13 reasons why joke?

what was supposed to be a date night for her, rafaela had went through the theatrics of setting up something as romantic as she did in the middle of deer lake of all places. she had people help set up-- she had people basically do all the work as she directed them, a nice table setting in the middle of the woods with wine and food, the only thing missing was her date for tonight who had stood her up.

"just wonderful, and people call me unreliable?" rafaela scoffs before she swirls her wine and takes a sipe before placing it back down.

"and if i say no one deserves me ever, i'd be the too much one. what if this was my thirteenth reason?" she takes a bite from her mouth-watering plate.

as rafaela is about to continuing ranting to herself with her mouth full, "and i just--" the presence of someone makes her nearly choke on her food, she lets out a couple of rough coughs. "occupied," she responds with her mouth full as her hand is gracefully above her mouth.

she takes a sip of her wine once more, "actually lovebug, take a seat at this point. since apparently i'm not worthy enough to be sat across from."

"i did all this, you know that?" no she didn't, at least not physically.

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YUELI! @pclemoon

WELL this is a ball of radiance & sunshine, if she's ever seen such a thing personified. Yueli arched an amused eyebrow, leaning to her side so she could better see the girl sitting beside her.

"Wang Yueli." Accepting the hand for a shake, the journalist offers her a light smile, setting her pen down to the center of the notebook. The girl's - Rafela's - question made her let out a light chuckle.

"I don't think there is a single soul in town who has not heard of it. Why, do you have some new information?" Yueli asked.

rafaela thinks for a moment, "hm, some new information, you say? well, maybe not. but you are conducting interviews, right? well, i can tell you that i, a thousand percent give you consent to conduct this interview, buttercup."

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OPEN STARTER- TO EVERYONE

LOCATION - THE WAREHOUSE

TIME - 8:00PM

tw: alcohol

a night out for the cast and crew of the parrish center of the arts wasn't a new occurrence, but maybe it was for the hard-working assistant director, sianni. she has always found herself staying back, taking one for the team as she sorts costumes, go over director's. notes, scheduling, perfecting the set design, going over blocking notes, all while they get closer with one another or don't.

either way, tonight everyone would be at the warehouse and sianni could see for herself how the night would look like, she takes her assistant directing role outside of the theatre and that much is apparent. she was like a mother to her cubs, her cubs that were in a club.

not the biggest fan of alcohol, she has a low tolerance for it and so when she downs a drink to have her peers feel open to enjoying themselves, she instantly gags but attempts to cover it up. one drink was also she took, she didn't plan on drinking any more after that due to wanting to be sober and aware of everyone getting home after all this is said and done. this was the worst night she could come out with the cast and crew of the parrish center of the arts, there had been tension and sianni had decided to bring everyone together to have an eventful night.

an eventful it would be for her, what started off as one drink has increased, who was even watching her?

someone had been eyeing her for some time now, she had dropped it earlier on but as the night continued and she got more drunk, something was brewing.

"hi, yes. how are you? i'm sianni, but wait-- you must already know that because the way you've been staring at me all night. did you think i was just gonna-- do you wanna fight, is that it? because i assist in directing and that's not excluding in assisting you in the direction of getting beat up..."

sianni audibly gasps as if she's processing what just came out of her mouth was a shock to her, "i'm so sorry-- you're just-- i felt like you were trying to make me feel like i did something wrong by staring at me, which i was fine with, till you kept doing it, and that's what this is... oh my god, i'm sorry i- i just need to call it a night and be home at this point," sianni facepalms, her elbow resting on a table as the sounds of her light sobs become audible as she has a visible shake of her shoulder, but then starts to gag, she puts a hand over her mouth.

"i feel like trash."

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as damon would pause for a moment, sianni watches with a smile, it was obvious he was trying to recall her from their teenage high school years, she wasn't un-forgettable but he also was on a different wave length in high school than her.

"don't know if you're playing or not," sianni lets out a chuckle, "but lowkey do you really not— never mind, sianni and i do drink, what— are you gonna let my drink be limitless or…?”

“okay, i think it makes sense why you wouldn’t remember, because i was a sophomore turning into a junior and you were a senior, graduating and you were just on a different grand timing as one,” she snorts.

“Not as a bad thing, i guess? and also, beer?” she glances at his bottle, “oh brotherrrr, if you’re gonna offer to pay my drink del valle, is beer the best drink you’re gonna do for yourself, come onnnn. like sorry ew, i don’t know how anyone could want beer.”

damon pauses for a moment, racking his brain on if the face is familiar or not. so many faces in redcreek remembered and forgotten. seen on a day-to-day basis as a client, a grocery story regular or someone he'd rub shoulders with the wrong way in high school. so many options! they eventually conclude she looks familiar from bygone teenage years. brows furrowing trying to think about her name.

" star-struck, eh? c'mon don't gotta be a flatterer now. i'm just a redcreek native, not a celeb. " gives a slight laugh at that, mouth splitting into a grin. " don't hate me, but i can't remember your name. high school, right? " snaps his fingers to point at sianni before they're leaning back against the bar. " well. maybe it isn't a good look for anybody right now, no. " agrees without much fight there. takes a drink from the beer bottle before they're turning fully to face her, a snort towards her exaggerated expression. " bit dramatic, don't you think? off us one by one? that's stranded adults in a woodland cabin plot. " doubts its some grand show of control or something similar. hasn't really given it much thought and finds themselves straying away from the turbulence as much as possible. they keep in the know, but they're not trying to be within the know.

" refresh me. what's your name aaaaaaaand do you drink. it's on me. for forgetting you. "

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rafaela brows shoot up as she’s been caught sneaking up behind journalist, wang yueli. rafela clears her throat, “pardon me.”

rafela takes a seat next yueli on the bench, “was that a genuine question or was it an ice-breaker of some sort or maybe even an opening— for like a… possible interview? because if it’s for an interview--“

“how can I possibly?” rafaela whines out as she glances to the side melodramatic for absolutely no reason when that wasn't even the set-up for this interaction, now was it?

“surely you’ve heard about what’s occurring, no? by the way my name’s rafaela del castillo, it's nice to meet you honey," she sticks her hand out as her eyes dart smoothly to the notebook on yueli's lap to see if yueli is recording this down.

IT was a sunny day. Recently, most of the days were sunny. Perhaps it was the Almighty's Second Setting. He only ever did have two blueprints for the weather whenever things would get too serious or macabre; either it was Hell on Earth with storms & blizzards, or it was Heaven on Earth with birds chirping beautifully & deer traipsing happily with the sudden lack of hunters.

Of course they could be happy. It was livestock being hunted recently, unless humans counted as one.

Sitting in a bench in the park, Yueli had her notebook open, resting atop her knees with a pen dangling lazily from her fingers. She wasn't really in the mood for writing about recent (& old) events, but it was sure helpful to pretend. Feeling a presence behind her & soothed by the fact it's broad daylight, Yueli spoke;

"Came to bask in the sun, eh?"

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at least rafaela isn't working this slow dreading current shift with another co-worker added to the list of red creek residents who side eyes her. and... is that-- was she even supposed to leave her post as a cashier? it didn't matter. rafaela leaves from behind the counter

rafaela approaches noah, she has known noah since her arrival to red creek, the two have a similar story, in terms of the ages they were when they arrived at red creek, but not only that, the two also work the same job, here at amrak. rafaela found noah to be like a cute emotional support puppy of some sort and has been hanging around them for the amount she laid eyes on them.

noah was the opposite of rafaela but at the same time, not? given how quiet noah presents themselves while the way rafaela presents herself is everything but quiet.

noah was like-- is a platonic soulmate for rafaela, whether or not noah felt the same was not something she dwelled on too deeply.

rafaela gets a better look at the wanted poster, as she stands next to noah, her southern perky accent draws out, "hm, well, I reckon it's a great picture. hey! do you know if was it like a previous picture from like a mug shot or somethin? or was this like an actual picture he had taken before?"

rafaela absent-mindely stares at the paper once more.

[  open  starter  ;  starring  ...  noah  li  ] [  setting  ;  the amrak grocery  store  ]

it's  late.  it's  what  noah  calls  the  dead  hour  where  there's  either  no  one  in  the  store  or  a  singular  shopper  wondering  around  the  chips  aisle.  either  way,  noah  doesn't  do  a  lot  at  this  hour.  she  either  starts  turning  the  soup  cans  around  to  mess  with  customers  or  reads  one  of  the  national  geographics  they  have  in  the  magazine  racks.

"do  you  think  he  got  to  pick  what  picture  they  put  on  the  wanted  poster?"  noah  asks  as  her  sharp  hazel  eyes  squint  at  the  piece  of  paper  pinned  to  the  bulletin  board  near  the  entrance.  noah's  only  ever  seen  it  littered  with  missing  person's  posters  or  job  offerings.  a  wanted  poster  is  new.  exciting,  in  noah's  opinion,  but  they  don't  say  that.

noah  tilts  their  head,  letting  out  a  curious  sound  through  pursed  lips.

"i  don't  think  he's  the  killer.  look  at  his  gaze,"  her  scarred  hand  motions  in  a  circle  around  the  piece  of  paper,  "too  sad.  not  the  eyes  of  a  killer,  if  you  ask  me."

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sianni turns to see damon del valle in a seat while he speaks directly to her, which has her honestly taken aback a bit.

she knew them from high school-- well she knew of them-- she was in her sophomore year going to her junior year as they were graduating from their senior year. "not gonna lie, a little star-struck right now, didn't know you'd even-- know me--remember me? or maybe you're just trying to make conversation with a stranger?"

Though, sianni doesn't hesitate to take a seat across from him, "but to answer your question, is it even a good look for any of us to be here-- especially when there's somebody-- or even people, who wants to--" sianni makes a face expression, one meant to express agony on someone's face, "off us one by one it seems."

FOR : OPEN! LOCATION : redstone bar . TIMESTAMP : 8:45pm .

" yeah, yeah ... i know not a good look for me to be here. " snorts over his drink. a singular beer bottle in their hand the first and only one. damon wasn't trying to have a repeat of the other week or make someone nervous around him. its been on his mind recently. 'great job, damon, not only are you a known face, but now you're known as the guy that started a fight on murder night!' whatever. it wasn't the headline of the register in the whodunit column, so at least they don't have to worry about that. fingers twirl the bottle into a little spin, liquid spinning in the bottle. " gotta save my face somehow, eh? promise i ain't any trouble ... here at least. "

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sianni dunbar - twenty-seven year old assistant director at the parrish center for the arts.

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rafaela del castillo twenty-eight year old cashier at amrak grocery store.

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(  chienna filomeno .  cis-woman  .  she/her  )  .    ⸻  rafaela  del castillo  ,  a  twenty-eight  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  eleven years .  the  million dollar baby  is  known  for  being  graceful   and  flighty   and  is  often  associated  with    southern-belle roots, delicate porcelain figurines cracked, wine glasses  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  cashier at amrak grocery store   word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  redacted. (  mariam  ,  23  ,  est  ,  she/her  ,  n/a  )  .

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full-name: rafaela sanchez del castillo

hometown: lexington, kentucky

eye-color: brown

height: 5'4

gender/sexuality: cis-woman + hetrosexual

piercings: just ears

tattoos: n/a

background - her own "villain origin story"

rafaela del castillo was born and raised in lexington, kentucky, the city known widely for its wealth and "the horse capital of the world" rafaela’s parents, the sanchez del castillos, were prominent figures in lexington's elite. her father, alejandro del castillo, owned a vast equestrian estate and was one of the top horse breeders in Kentucky. her mother, alma sanchez, was a former beauty queen turned philanthropist, known for hosting charity galas and maintaining their family’s refined image. rafaela grew up surrounded by opulence, gilded stables, sprawling pastures, and a house adorned with antiques, rafaela was privilege to be born into that sort of lifestyle.

rafaela began horseback riding almost as soon as she could walk. her parents pushed her into competitive equestrian sports, where she excelled, her trophies were polished just as her appearance.

she attended private schools, wore tailored dresses, and was groomed to become a quintessential southern belle. her mother’s strict etiquette lessons made her graceful and polished, while her father ensured she could handle herself in high-stakes social settings. her upbringing was all about maintaining appearances, but she was never abused or anything of that nature, her parents made sure that even if she was spoiled, she had substance to her, instilling a sense of humility despite their wealth, but it was up to her to take those lessons from her parents.

when it was apparent she didn't, not fully, her parents had sent her to red creek before she was eighteen and had her stay with close-associates and from then she has been living in red creeks ever since, almost like an exile and her being forbidden to leave red creeks , otherwise she can forget the extensive support from her parents, and so why she still has her wealth to her name, her father has now pulled and advocated for her to get an actual job, working at the amrak grocery humbly as a cashier, hell for her. but it's not like she's incompetent, not fully.

the thing with rafela is that she is very much presented as flighty, unreliable, lazy, and this nepotized baby that can't do anything to save herself or anyone if her life depended on it, but with her background growing up with parents-- the underestimating people do of her in this town is noted and continuously being played out in her favor.

it would be no surprised that the people of red creek see her as a pampered princess clumsily navigating a life of menial labor but can't even get that right, she's the subject of endless gossip.

head cannons - it's the little details that matters.

-from the south, sounds like the south.

-enjoys jazz and blues music.

-just because you may see her working as cashier in red creek doesn't mean you'll forget where she comes from when it comes her exterior appearance.

-a big foodie when it comes especially to french pastries and spicy foods.

-despite her well-put together appearance, at home she's an unorganized hot-mess.

-known for wearing good-smelling strong expensive perfumes from arab countries.

-wine drinker as well as an annoying whiner to others.

-vintage collector.

-animal lover.

-despite not being the most like due to how she carries herself, there's no denying or taking away rafaela's presence and how anyone can have a love/hate relationship with her.

wanted connections/plots

(not limited to only these, just what I'm thinking of so far! but highly open to brain storming with you guys!)

-father figure and/or mother figure.

-chaotic butt-heading relationship with a next door neighbor.

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//   (  kiana lede .  cis-woman  .  she/her  )  .    ⸻  sianni  dunbar  ,  a  twenty-seven  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  twenty-seven years .  the  puppeteer  is  known  for  being  energetic   and  deceptive   and  is  often  associated  with    the smell of vanilla, cute planners filled with manic organization with doodles and stickers, being questioned how can she have everything so put together all the time   .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  assistant director at the parrish center for the arts   word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that redacted. (  mariam  ,  23  ,  est  ,  she/her  ,  n/a  )  .

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full-name: sianni "nini" dunbar

eye-color: hazel

height: 5'2

gender/sexuality: cis-woman + bisexual

piercings: golden nose hoop piercing + belly piercing

tattoos: well-hidden cute small minimalist tatts on her chest, stomach, and behind ears.

background - her own "villain origin story"

tw; mentions of death from car accident, cults, suicide from said cult, mice, and bugs)

sianni dunbar has lived in red creeks, michigan all her life, growing up she was adored by the locals and everyone, she would even be known as "red creeks sweetheart" growing up she always had talents in the arts, she wrote stories, directed small school productions, all while not being in a concrete home or apart of a family, well, at least after the tragic death of her parents due to a car accident after what was supposed to be one of the many family's theatre night out , sianni was the only sole survivor. but when she was raised with her aunt and uncle, unbeknown to the community, her aunt and uncle along with a few locals were apart of a cult, and said cult eventually, once again left sianni family-less as her aunt and uncle took their lives. it's not like she ever had time to be ungrateful for her life, but the way she grew up, she was convinced she had to remain humble and be nice all the time, in which she did, but being friendly to her competitions, peers, and superiors has more harm than good, inside and outside of her group homes.

she internalized this whole, be nice lesson but began resenting how people walked all over her, leading her to develop a deceptive and manipulative streak as she got older. Don't get her wrong, she's still a softie, she's just now more calculated with her movements in life.

She's had to watch life go by as she never got her dream role in theatre and luxury lifestyle while she was starting off her adulthood/womanhood, but her peers did and not because they actually deserve it or had the creative magic she had without stealing it from someone else.

she has always dreamed of leaving red creek to be onto bigger and better things but she always finds herself tethered to this place.

as second in command in her role as an assistant director, sianni is tireless which can often overwhelm her peers in and out the theatre, but they know how bad she aims to not have disappointment outcomes, no matter the context. So it's only right and evident that everyone turns to her, whether they want to or not.

she writes down a lot, it's part of her job, but behind closed doors, her planner is filled with bitter doodles and angry scribbles about the people in her life she allows to take her for granted, surely just like any normal person would.

a poor soft peppy basket-case, she is.

head cannon - it's the little details that matters.

-heavily involved in the diy of customizing gifts not only for herself but for other people.

-no one likes to be upstaged, the same applies to her.

-when she's not being an assistant director, yoga is her go-to as well as thrifting.

-tends to eat desserts firstly instead of saving it for the ending of meals.

-known for her overly gestures with her hands when interacting.

-social anxiety fears her.

-enjoys true-crime podcasts and has made a few appearances in them.

-has a knack of saying her own catch-phrases daily.

-adores any mini pets, except for like mice/bugs or something.

-an over-preparer.

wanted connections/plots

brains cells are not functioning rn, please leave a message at the tone and I'll get back to you.. but of course I want connections and all that jazz, so if you want to hit me up and brain storm, let's cook something up!!