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@bloodxborn answered the starter call.

Daydreams chased fantasies inside of her head, the eternal ghost of everything that could be haunting what’s inbetween the eyes of a doe. A bitter taste on her tongue, she had her eyes fixed on the written word, more specifically one she’d get strange looks for at church. It wasn’t the belief in such things that motivated her, more so . . the strangeness of it. She was a rather unusual woman herself. ‘ You ever heard of necromancy? You think that stuff’s . . POSSIBLE? ‘

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@cxntryte answered the starter call.

A strange look of nagging ponder was resting upon the woman’s face ; It was awfully quiet today, too quiet even for the ones who actively sought out the void of absence from bigger crowds. There was something, PERHAPS the brunette couldn’t quite put her finger on it for now, eventually she’d come to the conclusion that it was THE TOWN. Like a big pot of growing disease, bacteria infecting the water that turned what was supposed to be idyllic Washington into an eerie mystery.  ‘ Could’ve been anyone. You, me, the old lady who just dropped her . . Is that yoghurt? Looks disgusting. ‘  Doe eyes trailed off, small talk wasn’t a strength of hers but getting thoughts out made Ronnie feel . . at ease. ‘ The girl I mean. The one who . . died, passed, was sent right up to him. ‘ Fingers darted towards the sky, then the other way around. ‘ OR . . him. ‘

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@angelivcs answered the starter call.

Lunch break. Fingers dug into a platter of fries, the leftovers of too much grease and salt awfully sticky on small finger tips. A content look spread on tan face, she found herself occupied with her notebook, a scruffy, grey old thing that appeared to have passed its best years ---- But she loved it nevertheless. A gift from her father, it beared secrets lips were to afraid to speak and a gloomy mind was too PROUD to consider furthermore. She had written about creatures in her dreams, glaring down at her in comparison tiny body with hues of feverish yellow and razor sharp teeth. Dreams, that was all it was. NIGHTMARES. Another load of her lunch disappeared between full lips, but it didn’t go down quite as easily as before because it wasn’t hard to spot a by now, all too familiar figure.  ‘ SO GLAD I invited you. Must’ve totally blanked on that for a second. ‘ She threw his way, obvious sarcasm marking her surprise. It was, truth be told, a little odd. And of course, Ronnie had not. ‘ Hi? ‘

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@ofdeaths answered the starter call.

A sharp tongue of a sailor opposed the BABY FACE, an attribute she had found quite useful in the past: It’s not that she was stuck-up, letting out the wrong thing was simply one of her things she didn’t do on purpose. Not fully. Socially, Ronnie was crippled, with three older brothers causing for the once shy lamb to grasp conversation as an equal to provocation. ‘ My nana would urge you to get a hair cut. ‘ She spit out softly, voice raspy alongside a grin of mischief. Then, a clear of throat. ‘ She’s DEAD, though. ‘

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RONNIE MACÍAS | : ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˡᵒᵛᵉ !

feel something jaymes young. // nitesky robot koch. // e.v.o.l marina and the diamonds. // armor landon austin. // what is love kiesza. // take my breath away berlin.

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( i’m terrible at open starters so i’m gonna make this a starter call, like this and i’ll write something specifically for our charas )

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INTERACTION: north, lissa.

Lissa let out a frustrated huff of air as she scanned every single job ad on the paper with a pencil in her hand. She’d been sitting on one of the stools for the past hour and a half, searching for anything related to her degree in psychology. If she was going to stick around long enough to find the people she was looking for, she had to take care of her bills. “I’ll just end up serving coffees again, won’t I?” she murmured to herself before reaching for her coffee. When she brought the cup close to her lips, she realized that this one in particular didn’t belong to her, but to the person sitting next to her. “—Oh, I’m so sorry,” she rushed to apologize whilst putting the cup back down. “I promise I didn’t touch it.”

a roll of WARM HUES stood as the answer given, a growing need of personal space fighting its way on the outside. perhaps it was antisocial of her, maybe she simply had enough of the way people were talking. lips curved into a thin line and for a moment, the petite brunette is simply seated to look THE OTHER WAY, shy glances avoiding what’s happening right under her nose. her coffee, that coffee was her coffee and now it was ruined much like a quiet lunch break. EVERYONE’S CHOSEN, the words rang in her ears, long left memories coming back. god had a path for all of them ( but did he? )  ‘ what’s so bad about serving coffee? if people didn’t do it, you’d be sitting here all by yourself- unable to steal other people’s, too. ’  ronnie commented, doe eyes finally straying towards the other brunette. not too long, then a chuckle would follow.

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INTERACTION: warren, levi.

I forgot how good Christmas tasted. I could eat all the Christmas goodies all year around. I could also bake all year. I’m Levi.

‘ pa rum pum pum pum ’ a shy stammer melting into a MELODY left parted lips, the little drummer boy announcing her part of the christmas spirit. if anything, it was her favourite holiday. all sarcasm spewed on the daily aside. ‘ i think i’m still full from thanksgiving ; mashed potatoes ! me and my brothers, we competitively eat mashed potatoes. ’   a snicker.  ‘ ---- RONNIE. my mom and dad told me not to eat things from strangers, the usual. you could be a pervert for all i know. serial killer, i’ve seen the movies. ’

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INTERACTION: darling, mara.

“Why don’t you let me buy you a drink? I’m feeling generous today.” Mara said sweetly, a tone she didn’t often take on. She looked at the other expectantly, silently demanding a quick response.

a MINDLESS POUT rested on tan face, gracing youthful features with the impression of someone lulled in the attributes of a young child: bored, questioning, nervous to speak. she was exceptionally pretty, ronnie noted and if sculptures and greek goods were to come to life, the petite brunette imagined them to come pretty DAMN CLOSE to the image in front of her. a harsh swallow, then silence ; a pregnant pause ate up words that simply weren’t there to begin with. ‘ doesn’t it always end in a favor for a favor? ’ she questioned, putting knowledge gained from three older brothers to use. ‘ i’m not really a big drinker, anyway. beer.  ’

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( SELENA GOMEZ, TWENTY-SIX, SHE/HER ; THEY/THEM ) Be still my beating heart, it looks like VERÓNICA 'RONNIE' MACÍAS finally showed their face around here. Rumor has it that they are a HUMAN that lived in High Water for NINETEEN YEARS. Whispers through the grapevine also suggest that they DON’T want the devil to walk the earth, so we guess things are about to get interesting, hm? ( val, she/her, twenty-two, gmt )

hi, hello friends and pals this is my attempt at an awkward intro — anyway, i love aesthetics & writing and witchy things and i’m hype to write with y'all!! so about ronnie … my firecracker child, she is (jughead jones voice) weird, she’s a weirdo she doesn’t fit in and she doesn’t ,,, OKAY WHATEVER! LET’S START this dumb about:

she identifies with both she/her & they/them pronouns, as a demi female. that being said she really only rarely if ever introduces herself with her full name because ronnie feels more fitting. gender neutral ftw! sexual preference is bisexual, yo, girls are really pretty and some men are alright as well.

memphis, tennessee. when ronnie was four she became an orphan: her parents’ plane back home crashed, she’s never been on one herself since that day. basically her world came crumbling down and she was sent to live with her aunt and so two years of pure horror passed because they didn’t exactly get along bc her aunt was an extremely abrasive, religious women who basically made ronnie pray in her room if she only dared as much as course. religion sort of stuck with her though, more so the fear of a vengeful god.. when she was five, her uncle started drinking heavily leading to him fighting with his wife and yelling all the damn time. no bueno, child protective services got wind of it because the neighbours called the police and that’s how ronnie came into the foster care system!

the first three families were a flop, handed her over like a toy in the speed of light because of her developing big mouth as well as the fact that most of them already had plenty of kids and were really only meant to be a stop along the way. that ought to ruin a child in a way so trust … ronnie never grasped that concept again after her parents

when she was seven, luck finally seemed to be on her side because a couple adopted the lil bean. new destination home: high water. with that she was cursed blessed with three older brothers.

school wasn’t the easiest for her, not because she wasn’t smart or didn’t try but because kids are mean and bullies were usually after her, she got pushed over once and lost a front tooth … luckily it was a baby tooth. to make up for it, she liked to read, mostly horror, it was exciting and weird to her. she’s unsure whether she believes in the supernatural and maybe she’d like to but since she was trained into all the religious stuff as a kid, she does still fear the existence of a devil, demons, etc.

tried to drop out of hs multiple times because she turned rebellious in her teens? check. still a tomboy to this day. but her foster family said no, so she graduated and decided against college because she fears public institutions and more classmates. she’s going from one job to another, has a lame podcast about legends. currently ronnie’s a gas station clerk, helps out at community service at church during the weekends which gets her close to no money at all but she’s in it for the free food.

uM that’s all i could think about for now, i know there’s so much more and i have a lot of plots in mind so … idk like this and i’ll message you or send you a funny video, bye, this was a lot and hopefully somewhat informative.

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