#DirtBusters

[otaviogilbert]

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[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

[been a while since i did a lore post. sorry for the wait if you actually wanted to see my garbage lol. got a good couple of fics in the works right now. otherwise. enjoy this. i guess.]

[devastator's rolling around on the moon. intel says that there's an autobot outpost up here that lord megatron wants gone. he cites personal reasons. devastator assumes that his personal time's been interrupted more than once by the outpost somehow.]

[devastator spots a shining light across the vast lunar valley, so he stops to spy on whatever's casting it from long range. turns out: yup. autobot outpost. big one, too.]

D: lunar rover to ground control, i've spotted the target. how copy, over?

['ground control', in this case nebula, responds.]

N: loud and clear, lunar rover. give 'em a good old-style whoppin' for the boys back home. over.

D: roger, moving to devastate. over and out.

[devastator begins rolling once more, crossing the kilometer worth of valley between his cliff and the outpost's front gate in a couple of minutes.]

[An Autobot security personnel halts the unknown vehicle in its tracks.]

Guard: This is a high-tech Autobot outpost! Identify yourself!

[devastator aims for the face, and obliterates him.]

[The Autobot is decapitated, and his corpse glides smoothly away from the impact point, before coming to a controlled stop against the wall.]

[since sound doesn't travel on the moon very well, someone would've had to have seen this happen for the alarm to begin blaring... unfortunately for devastator, someone did see this happen, and so the alarm's lights flash red across the outpost.]

[devastator blasts the gate apart, and rolls in to fight the autobots inside.]

-

[...it only takes 30 minutes.]

D, in need of repairs: lunar rover to ground control: outpost liberated. what's next; over?

N: discussing what's next with the boys back at base. sit tight. over and out.

[devastator transforms, relishing in the destruction he caused to the lunar outpost while he waits for clarification. he hops around on one foot, the opposite leg's hip actuator having been damaged.]

-

N: boys. what's next?

BC: how's the outpost? any damage to speak of?

N: oh, yeah. it's damn well devastated.

BC: good to hear. let's have marrowbomber haul devastator and any good loot out from the wreck and call it mission accomplished.

N: i hear ya. transmitting to devs.

BC: make sure he returns in one piece - marrowbomber too. i hear the moon's dust particles are particularly brutal against our metal.

N: understood.

-

N: ground control to lunar rover: you're free to haul any worthwhile loot out from the outpost and get it home. over.

D: alright. how will i get it home; over?

N: same way you got to the surface: marrowbomber; over.

D: affirmative; moving to locate and contain the good stuff. over and out.

[devastator searches the compound for some good loot to bring home, and finds a bunch of resources such as experimental weapon blueprints and schematics for new vehicle modes. he even finds a nice lunar rover to bring along for the ride.]

[marrowbomber sets down next to the outpost.]

MB: shuttle to lunar rover. howdy.

D: hey, air support. what took you so long?

MB: had to stretch my legs. you don't know how stressful it is to try and fly in an atmosphereless environment in a conventional jet form.

D: i pray to never find out. here; i got some good stuff from the wreck. moving it inside your hold now.

[marrowbomber waits patiently for devastator to get it all in, and get in himself.]

MB: alright... where to now?

D: home sweet home. i trust you'll get home fine?

MB: ...pray to primus.

[marrowbomber takes off with a little bit of effort, escaping the moon's gravity swiftly and trying his god-damndest to get home safe and sound.]

[it takes him quite the unholy amount of effort... but god damnit, he makes it to the earth's atmosphere. not without some trauma, of course. no one wants to be lost in space.]

MB: oh. oh, god. homeward bound! fuck...

[devastator whistles in a satisfied and grateful sort of tone.]

[muffled celebrations erupt over the comms.]

N: welcome back to antarctican airspace, marrowbomber!

MB: thanks for the warm reception. that was... fucking horrifying. i never want to do this shit again.

N: i hear ya loud and clear, don't you worry. i'm setting down now to greet ya properly.

MB: see you then.

[marrowbomber directs his attention to devastator.]

MB: devs?

D: that was some of the worst rattling i've heard yet. you gonna be okay, mate?

MB: i... do not think so, no. we need a dedicated shuttleformer. not me. never again.

D: yeah, i get that. you want some energon from my personal stash once we land?

MB: oh, fuck, please.

D: hah! you got it, big man.

[marrowbomber sets his wheels down onto the cold, icy runway once more, and skids to a stop.]

N: whey! how's the big man doin'?

MB: i need a nap. and probably therapy.

N: heh... yeah. understandable. i made a deal with bonecrusher, he'll let you rest for a few months if need be. take your time off, my man, you earned it. [she pats marrowbomber's wing.]

MB: yeah... thanks.

[devastator hobbles out of marrowbomber's cargo hold, and dirtbuster takes over storage duty.]

D: he says we need a dedicated shuttleformer. see you in the base.

[nebula nods in response.] N: sounds like a good idea.

[nebula sits with marrowbomber and chats with him about various topics while dirtbuster gets his cargo hold cleared.]

[it only takes dirtbuster a couple of minutes to haul the loot out of there, and pats his tail end to let him know he's free to transform.]

[marrowbomber transforms, kneeling on the ground and keeping his space sickness on the inside... somehow.]

N: ...hey, are you gonna be fine, marrow?

MB: [gag]... nope. wh... where's devs?

N: he's in the base. i saw him hobblin' pretty wobbly though. might be getting some repairs from patchwork.

MB: l... let patch know i might be sick.

N: yeah, you got it, homie. sit tight.

[nebula gets off of the ground and pats marrowbomber's shoulder, moving to let patchwork know.]

[he kneels there. his brain is spinning. his body is churning. everything feels like utter shit. he needs a drink. everything hurts. he can't think.]

[bonecrusher gets to marrowbomber's side, cuddling with him to keep him calm.]

BC: hey now, big guy... lay down, rest your head. you're gonna be fine, bomb bay.

[bonecrusher pushes marrowbomber over to the base, making sure not to put too much pressure on certain areas.]

[marrowbomber leans on the wall of the base, able to see inside through the window. he holds onto bonecrusher, grateful that he's being so comforting tonight. he keeps him close, needing some warmth from him.]

[bonecrusher nestles deep into marrowbomber's frame, cuddling him for as long as he needs.]

[noticing marrowbomber lookin' like shit outside the window, groundrumbler opens the window and hands marrowbomber a cube of energon to help him out.]

[well, ain't this nice.]

[zephyr-mew]

Infinite Wealth Japan Table Talk Comparison [english dub + jp sub]

dub Kiryu is fine, damnit. he has the personality, the awkward emotionality - it works for him in a bit of a different way.

A few faves:

Comfort Soup - Nanba's delivery of "feel free to slurp us up anytime!" kills me

Dragon of Dirtbusting - "a big stick with a bird's ass on the end" and "yes, master!"

A Sweet Deal - Kiryu getting strawberry dessert again and being like sorry 👉👈

Uncanny Cuisine - Ichi cooking for Zhao ;w;

Wishing on a Dish - "omuraisu wa oishii" and "well, you know how it is."

[Hawai'i Table Talks]

[shrikehq]

❝ every store at shrike mall prides themselves on their customer service. if a customer hasn’t left the mall with a smile - you haven’t done your job ! hope that’s not too much pressure for you. now, don’t forget to check out your to-do list ! welcome to the julio’s, donna’s roller disco + dirtbusters teams, respectively !! ❞    

aya ueto, pansexual, nonbinary, she/they ― hey look, it’s masami harada! they’re thirty-three years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for three weeks, and they’re currently working at julio's bar. i heard they’re pretty hasty, but i think they’re so enthusiastic at the same time. can they make it out alive? || emily

go min-si, bisexual, woman, she/her ― hey look, it’s wendy kang! she's twenty-four years old, she's lived in shrike heights for one year, and she's currently working at donna's roller disco. i heard she's pretty snappy, but i think she's so capable at the same time. can she make it out alive? || emily

matthew lillard, pansexual, man, he/him ― hey look, it’s andreas 'andy' michaels! he's twenty-eight years old, he's lived in shrike heights for twenty-one years, and he's currently working at dirtbusters. i heard he's pretty impulsive, but i think he's so carefree at the same time. can he make it out alive? || emily

[maullworkers]

hey look, it’s sebastian ‘bash’ monet! he’s twenty-five years old, he’s lived in shrike heights for one week, and he’s currently working at dirtbusters. i heard he’s pretty lost, but i think he’s so kind at the same time. can he make it out alive? ― archie renaux, bisexual, male + he/him.

full name: sebastian gabriel monet. nicknames: bash, seb.  age: twenty-five birthday: february 28th. zodiac: pisces. gender: male. pronouns: he/him/his. sexuality: bisexual. place of birth: cary, north carolina. current residence: shrike heights, colorado.  hobbies: reading, watching films, comic books, sketching, drawing, painting, playing piano, writing songs, playing guitar, playing drums, learning how to play every other instrument, listening to music, going on walks, hiking, swimming. vices: tbd. personality: affectionate, alert, calm, cautious, creative, empathetic, generous, gentle, honourable, innocent, just, kind, observant, pensive, talented, defensive, foolish, indecisive, insecure, nervous, superstitious. 

content warnings for bash’s background includes mentions of religion, mental health issues, abuse, illness and adoption. 

his town is filled with faith. religion is common practice, every next generation is expected to follow without question, but bash gets himself into trouble. 

he asks the wrong questions, says the wrong things; he doesn’t understand what people tell him, and he’s reprimanded for all of those things without explanation or the chance to learn.

his wrongdoings increase without him intending on it, and his parents get more strict, forcing him to behave and comply with severe punishment at every slip up he still doesn’t understand that he’s making. 

they act scared of what might happen if bash’s behaviour continues, though he doesn’t believe he’s even the worst kid in town, he tries his best to be good. regardless, they’re angry, and they’re awful.

bash is miserable. his teenage years are filled with a fogginess due to his depression. he’s anxious to do or say anything - even nothing - in case its the wrong thing. he truly is trying, but his conditions worsen anyway.

and then his mother falls ill, and he’s the one who has to care for her. this means the good parts of his life are taken from him; he can no longer be with friends in his spare time, he has to be by her side, tending to her every need. 

he watches his friends disappear, growing up and moving on with their lives. he’s envious and more miserable. he wants to be anywhere but where he is; everyone is able to have a chance at living, but not bash. 

at the age of twenty-four, things have gotten scarily bad, but again, they grow worse. he finally finds out why his parents are so strict, why they appear scared when he does even the slightest thing wrong, and why they abuse him in hopes of getting him to learn. 

he was born to unfaithful and terrible people; his mother makes them out to be monsters. she tells him for the first time that he was adopted, that the monets saved him, and that everything they’ve ever done has been for his own good. 

they can’t let him turn out to be like them, but any set of parents seem better than the ones he was raised by. they were hard on him because they had to be, just in case the sin and the darkness was inside of him. but again, no one seems as sinful or as dark in nature as those who raised him. 

in the middle of the night, he leaves. he can’t put up with it any longer, and why should he? when his life has been worse than terrible at the hands of those who had lied to him and tortured him his entire life due to the nature of those who brought him into the world, who he never knew. 

he searches for himself and his chance that had been taken from him for so long. it takes him a long time, and a trip almost entirely across the country, but maybe there is a higher power, as he’s brought to shrike heights, and by chance, reunited with his best friend from childhood who had disappeared without a trace. maybe things will be okay, he thinks, and he tries his best to make it be true.

[rebelsrebels]

juniper ‘juni’ zhao, 27 years old, they/she pronouns 

basic intro thing that will hopefully be improved at a later date!!

- they moved to shrike heights two weeks ago from las vegas. most of juni’s adult life they’ve been traveling around, not staying in one place too long and they don’t intend for shrike to be any different.

- despite this, she tends to still take jobs where she moves - she’s an artist, but just selling her drawings isn’t enough to live off of, so she tattoos as well, which tends to be more lucrative. she saw a job posting at skin deep, and applied on a whim (she does most things on a whim). 

- even though she has a job, she’s still living half in her car and half in motel rooms. 

- they are not unfriendly or standoffish, but they don’t talk about themselves much - they’ll be plenty friendly and make conversation but anything to relate to them that is actually personal is almost entirely off limits. 

- they have only just started to learn about the killers! it’s like haha surprise, your latest small town stop comes with a HOST of problems. have fun!

possible wcs! (i want to make an actual wc page eventually but for now this is it) 

- a roommate. eventually they are gonna realize that they need an actual place to stay so if anyone has one... haha hi! 

- someone from their past who they are SHOCKED to run into. this is kind of a vague idea but could be a lot of things.

- clients or coworkers at skin deep! let her give you a tattoo!

- flirty fun times - again, she’s not one to get into anything long term (she thinks at least), but she’s always here for a good time.

- she spends a lot of time hanging out in the mall, so anyone who works at businesses she frequents and / or also hangs out at her spots. her more frequented spots are art murmur, a new chapter, dirtbusters , high scores, the food court, showtime, julio’s, solstice comics, the drive in theater, and tracks but like she’s probably been in every store in the mall at this point. 

[horrorbxby]

closed  starter  ;  ft. briar sun + georgie holman.

location  ;  dirtbusters.

@br0kehearted

“ i don’t suppose you’d know how to get the wax off of this dress ? ” she asked a little hesitantly, placing the red dress on the counter. “ mistakes were made in the heat of the moment, but to be fair - my date was a little inexperienced. ” it was almost enough to put her off the wax entirely. “ you look like you’re the type of woman who knows what she’s doing. ” 

[aidanrobidoux2003]

Creative exercise from Kyle Gracey

15 ways to use a safety pin

Secure a button

2. Replace a zipper

3. Makeshift hair accessory

3. Temporary stitch for clothing

4. Key chain

5. Makeshift needle

6. Secure scarf

7. DYI Chain

8. Fix broken strap

9. Bookmark

10. Pin a note

11. Clean dirt from small spaces

12. Use it as a temporary hem for fabric

13. Use it as a temporary lock for purse

14. Use to secure parts of clothing

`15. Use to reset controllers

Top 10

Secure a button

2. Replace a zipper

3. Makeshift hair accessory

4. Key chain

5. Makeshift needle

6. Secure scarf

7. DYI Chain

8. Bookmark

9. Pin a note

10. Clean dirt from small spaces

Top 5

Replace zipper

Key Chain

Book mark

Pin a note

Clean dirt from small spaces

Needle that cleans dirt from small spaces

Names

DirtBuster

DustPin

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TinyTidy

PocketPoke

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[urdamage]

iggy laughed , taking galen's words as nothing short of a complete joke - in the nicest way possible . while he'd appreciate such a kind offer , kindness wasn't something that iggy came to immediately expect , something that he was okay with , as much as it definitely had been unfortunate at times throughout his life . " i'm honestly a both kind of person , does that count ? " he asked . " for some reason i like to follow up something salty with something sweet , like , as if the snack isn't complete without the other half of the salty sweet duo , " he laughed . iggy didn't always have a bit of both to eat - throughout his life he actually mostly hadn't had both at one time - but regardless , it was a preference that had stuck no matter what he had access to .

" his name's arne , he works at dirtbusters , " iggy told him . " he's always smiling like a dork and he's always talking to much , " he went on to describe further , in case the name and the work place wasn't enough - if his customer even knew his brother at all . " he's a nice guy , " iggy concluded ; he loved his brother , deeply , even if he did go around calling him a dork to people he'd just met . " it's good to meet you too , " he told him honestly as he moved on to continue ringing up his other items . " yeah , i thought it was kinda weird , " he nodded , speaking about the name tag he wore . " i don't really mind it , though , i suppose . i do like the name igor , even if i don't use it that often , " they shrugged their shoulders .

Galen laughed as Iggy politely declined his offer, nodding as he set the bag back down. "No, I getcha. Wouldn't be a fun time to sit here with a sore stomach," he agreed. "Next time, I'll be sure to get some snacks I can share with you. You a sweet or a salty kinda person?" He asked. He was mostly joking – he'd just met them, and he wasn't really a snack guy to begin with – but he'd at least try to keep it in the back of his mind if he ran into him again.

While Galen was sure Iggy looked familiar, he had to admit it could've been someone else who looked like them. "Oh, who's your brother?" He asked then, trying to rack his brain for names and faces. It was kind of a jumble, though, and he settled on committing this new friend to his memory. "Well then, if we haven't, it's good to meet you, Iggy." He nodded, smiling. "Gotta say though, kinda lame that they'd put Igor on it if you don't use it," he mused. He'd never really gone by a nickname, but both of his siblings did, and he knew how much it irked them when someone didn't use the one they preferred. And from the few minutes he'd spoken to them, they seemed much more like an 'Iggy' than an 'Igor.'

[ozzymorrison]

*̩̩̥͙　-•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆  ozzy feat. shrike 

located  in  dirtbusters. this  is  an  open  starter  for  @shrikestart​

“you’ve  got  to  be  kidding  me…”  ozzy  muttered  to  herself,  a  sinking  feeling  deep  in  her  gut  and  an  exhaustion  hitting  her  like  a  wave  crashing  right  over  her  head. “you  have  got  to  be  kidding  me.”  she  repeated,  this  time  speaking  louder. it  was  just  her  luck,  honestly,  and  even  though  it  didn’t  surprise  her  in  the  slightest  it  was  deeply  disappointing  to  be  faced  with. she  stood  in  her  upset,  standing  in  dirtbusters,  the  store  she  had  left  for  only  five  minutes  at  the  very  most  to  pick  up  some  things  from  the  grocery  store  while  she  was  there  at  the  mall,  and  upon  returning  she  found  the  washing  machine  she  had  been  using  completely  empty. someone  had  stolen  her  clothes  straight  from  the  machine. she  didn’t  know  what  to  do  now,  growing  nervous  about  the  prospect  of  confrontation  or  lodging  a  formal  complaint,  so  all  she  did  was  stand  in  her  place  until  another  customer  approached  one  of  the  neighbouring  machines. “hey,  you  didn’t  happen  to  see  anyone  using  this  machine  just  a  moment  ago,  did  you?”  she  asked,  completely  defeated.

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

[so bonecrusher's missing.]

[most of the gang has been sent out to go find his ass - minus groundrumbler. our little groundhog's been tasked with home defense, just in case any ruffians want to steal anything while everyone else is out playing.]

[...and since this is groundrumbler, he's plastered off his ass and more bored than a 2x4. so what's a bored alcoholic shortstack to do?]

[why, snoop around the base!]

[so, with this idea popping into groundrumbler's head, he slides off of the couch, takes a little bit to get off of the floor, and stumbles down the hallway.]

GR: 'n'... where t' go from here...

...

GR: ...ah.

[he decides that his first destination is gonna be: the offroader brothers' {see: dirtbuster, hitchhiker, terraterror} shared bedroom. with those guys out investigating the saharan desert, who knows what they'll do once they find out what groundrumbler's been doing while they've been gone.]

[groundrumbler lazily rests his hand against the doorpad, wandering through a second later.]

[...ah. it's. a lot messier than he expected. exhibit a: he just stepped in a pile of guts. not something he expected from anyone aside from bonecrusher, but, eh... well. it's certainly something.]

[groundrumbler takes this opportunity to just. not. so he turns around and closes the door behind him to go investigate another bedroom. but who's?]

[well, footmuncher's, o'course. for obvious reasons, groundrumbler already knows pretty much what to expect from the chopper's bedroom. moments after thinking about what else he might expect from it, groundrumbler presses the doorpad and walks on in.]

[...yup. ropes of hardened cum. and it's goddamn everywhere. smells strongly of marshmallows, though, so that's... well, not much better but it's a start.]

GR: [drunk gibberish.]

[he closes the door as he walks out, not wanting much else to do with that mess. so, a pile of guts and a room lousy with cumwebbing. what else?]

[fuck it, groundrumbler considers his own bedroom. heading for the door, he pops it open.]

[the walls of his bedroom are wooden in the same way that you'd expect to find an old-fashioned mansion's walls to be. his bed is soft and comfy, his little multi-task desk is where it should be.]

[...and there's an intruder. matte black paintjob, eyes aren't visible from where groundrumbler's standing.]

???: [mumbling to itself as it searches through one of groundrumbler's drawers.]

[groundrumbler has a couple of ideas on what to do in this sort of situation, but not why this fellow cybertronian's in his bedroom. he chooses to take a risk and announce himself with a human technique: a simple 'ahem'.]

[the intruder's head swerves over to look at groundrumbler, its face covered with part of a mask. the right eyehole's built like one of those annoying ass 2008 shutter shades, whereas the left is a slit. red light flows through both holes.]

???: ...uhm.

[groundrumbler squints his eyes a bit as he tries to place where he recognizes this bot from.]

[then it hits him. this bot - based on a silent scan - took the form of a/the imponte duke o'death. why? who knows. what groundrumbler does know, however, is that he's not gonna let some grim reaper imposter rifle through his shit.]

GR: what're you doin' 'ere?

???: just window shopping for some info, 's all.

GR: what info?

[the intruder seems to shudder a bit as it considers its next words.]

???: ...familial documents?

[groundrumbler blinks a couple of times, his thoughts immediately turning to his sister. fuck, if this guy's with his sister...]

GR: [he grabs his dozer blade from off of his back.] who sent you?

???: some dozer chick. i don't know her personally, just that she wants to uh... in her words, 'confirm some suspicions?'

GR: 'dozer chick'...

[he emits a low growl. this bot isn't gonna get out alive if it means keeping his location safe from his sister.]

GR: hands out o' the drawer.

[the intruder takes its hands out of groundrumbler's drawer, closing it and keeping them where he can see 'em.]

???: i take it you... have some beef with this chick.

GR: it's more th'n beef.

???: ...ah. should i- should i go? i'm gonna go-

[before the imposter can get to the window, groundrumbler grapples its waist with both hands and pulls it backward a bit.]

GR: nah, c'mere.

[with a noise of exertion, groundrumbler pushes the intruder onto his bed and closes the window so it can't escape.]

GR: so... i guess i need t' install better s'curity.

[he shuffles over to his bed, climbing in and sitting next to the intruder. he doesn't seem too pissed about the intruder breaking into his bedroom for some reason.]

GR: what's yer name?

???: ...chiliad.

GR: mm. allegiance?

C: i don't have one. mostly just working for those who pay me the most.

[groundrumbler slumps over to lay in chiliad's lap.]

GR: y'seem oddly comfy fer someone who's jus' been caught intrudin'.

C: well... the dozer chick isn't paying me much. not much worry there- how much have you had to drink?

GR: ...bunch.

C: [slight chuckle.] i bet. this place seems a bit big for one bot to hang out in, eh?

GR: yeh. 'bout that... leader-esque guy went missing an' everyone else is searchin' for him.

C: damn, that sucks. you want me to keep you company?

GR: depends. yue a lightweight?

C: [another low chuckle.] yeah, a bit. hope that doesn't kill the mood.

GR: nah, nah, anything'll fly here. jus' don't make any attemps on anyone's lives 'n' you're fine... speaking o' which: name's groundrumbler. nice t' meet'cha.

C: likewise... guess you don't mind if i take a quick nap here?

GR: mm.

[chiliad emits a final chuckle before pulling groundrumbler up by the chest, snuggling with him as they both go for a nice nap, just the two of them.]

[shrikehq]

∘ ₊✧────── anonymous asked ; what occupations did you wanna see?

in terms of stores, i’d love to see more characters working at claire’s, daniela’s salon, dick’s sporting goods, dirtbusters, duchess jewellers, king of diamonds, shrike entertainment superstore, shrike grocers, and starstrike !! 

i’d also love to see more occupations that aren’t just working at stores, such as characters working for / in the mall as delivery services, electricians, general maintenance, general mall management, co-ordinators, security, janitors, and honestly any other role needed in a mall that you could think of !!

[maullworkers]

Where's one place in the mall where each of your characters wouldn't work?

august vogel ― he would have had a stronger opinion when he first moved to shrike heights, but now that the novelty of working at the arcade has worn off, he feels pretty much the same about all retail jobs. he'd less likely work at an establishment with food, but retail is retail, whether you're selling the customer clothes or the chance to make a fool of themselves on the roller rink. so, out of anywhere in the mall, august would hate having a higher up job in one of the offices. he'd hate to be made to work harder than he currently does by being something like a general manager or a lawyer or all of the other titles he's not qualified for.

florian bonavita ― florian would likely be able to find something that he liked about working in most stores, even if it was only his co-workers. he'd probably never want to work at dirtbusters, though, as not only is it dirty work that he doesn't particularly care for, but it's also not the same kind of structure as other stores that would allow him to bond with co-workers or customers - as least, that's what he thinks. additionally, florian would never be able to work at most places in the food court, as the last thing he wants to do is come home to his vegetarian partner every night smelling like meat products.

marina davies ― it's hard to pinpoint only one store that marina wouldn't want to work at, but to answer more broadly, it would be anywhere that doesn't involve participation and movement from her in a more hands on and athletic manner. where she works now, the aquatic centre, the jazzercise studio, and donna's, they all require her to participate in activities that she absolutely loves, and now that she's been treated to such great means of work, she couldn't work anywhere else.

bash monet ― the cinema. the first trip bash took to the cinema once he left his hometown was a nightmarish experience; while he had already realised that the strict, religious upbringing wasn't something that he resonated with or could live with any longer, he hadn't realised how much his parents and his faith dictated. it's safe to say that the films he was allowed to watch were so different to the one bash decided to see by chance, and it was jarring and traumatising for the bash, who was still trying to get acclimated in the real world. though he's slowly opening himself up to more and more, he doesn't think that he could ever work at the cinema and be forced to catch glimpses of stories filled with sex and violence.

billie reid ― dick's sporting goods. she doesn't actually have an issue with the store, and she's friends with plenty of jocks, but it's really just not her pace. the most athletic she gets is when she's dancing, and even that is a rare activity for her to participate in. she wouldn't be any good at helping the customers, and feeling no good at something would be an awful experience. not to mention, considering the fact that she's been book smart and a book worm her whole life, she's sure there would be so many jocks both working at dick's or shopping there, and she doesn't wish to relive the awkwardness she felt when faced with how vastly different she is from most of those people, much like what she experienced in high school.

[hallelujahtohell]

hailee steinfeld, pansexual, demigirl + she/they ― hey look, it’s sparrow st. benet ! they’re twenty-three years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for five years, and they’re currently working at dirtbusters. i heard they’re pretty chaotic, but i think they’re so exciting at the same time. can they make it out alive? || jack, 27, they/them, est+ none.

tw: terminal illness, death

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: sparrow starlight st. benet 

Nickname(s): spark, star

Age: twenty-three

Date of Birth: june 27

Hometown: topanga, california

Current Location: shrike heights, usa

Gender: demigirl

Pronouns: she/they

Orientation: pansexual

Relationship Status: single

Occupation: works at dustbusters laundromat

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: adaptable, brave, sincere, determined, diligent, helpful, patient, kind, warm-hearted, resourceful, self-assured, understanding, affectionate, altruistic, compassionate, resilient

Negative Traits: scattered, impatient, obsessive, messy, easily distracted, irresponsible,    careless, impulsive, materialistic, pessimistic, unpredictable

Goals/Desires: sparrow dreams of having kids travelling one day

Fears: birds

FAVOURITES

Weather: thunderstorms

Colour: anything neon

Sport: gross

Beverage: coke

Food: pizza

Animal: raccoon

FAMILY

Father: markus st. benet

Mother: celestyna arbonne (deceased), dianna st. benet (step-mother) 

Sibling(s): none

Children: none

Pet(s): none

BIOGRAPHY

the only, and completely accidental, child of two hippies with more money than brains, sparrow was independent from a young age. her parents never wanted kids, due to a genetic disease her mother had inherited that would inevitably be passed along. but alas, sparrow was born, happy and healthy and with a penchant for chaos. it wasn’t intentional, she wasn’t searching for trouble. she just had little understanding of the consequences of her actions and things often unraveled around her. 

{ tw: terminal illness, death } the illness took what little of her mother she had when sparrow was four, and her father wasted no time in sending her away and remarrying. the new wife wanted sparrow around about as much as her father did, and in the almost twenty years since, sparrow has met her step-mother twice, once at the wedding and once at her mother’s funeral. none of the nannies would stick around longer than a few months, so sparrow mostly took care of herself. sparrow was twelve when it was confirmed that she had inherited huntington’s disease, the disease that eventually took her mother’s life. the symptoms would start a few months later. tremors, stiffness, her body slowly deteriorating while she was still using it.

{ tw: terminal illness } the hardest part of her parent’s neglect was her father’s response to the news of her illness. this is why we didn’t want you. the words ingrained itself in her skull and the day she turned eighteen, she packed everything and followed her best friend to shrike heights. she cut herself off from her family almost completely, only relying on them for her medical bills. she dreams of travelling one day, but is determined to pay for it herself, which is not exactly easy working at a laundromat. 

sparrow is a loyal, ride or die friend, but not exactly a great person. she tries to be, but her moral compass is broken. she’s very much in the camp of “well why does it matter if i’m gonna be dead before i’m thirty-five?” and therefore just pursues what makes her happy in that current moment. she has difficulty trusting and opening up to people, and her illness is not a common-known fact.

[highfears]

nat wolff, gay, male + he/him ― hey look, it’s arne berman! he’s twenty-seven years old, he’s lived in shrike heights for one year, and he’s currently working at dirtbusters. i heard he’s pretty insecure, but i think he’s so lovable at the same time. can he make it out alive? || noah, twenty-three, he/they.

trigger warnings for abuse, trauma.

story - 

arne’s life has always been a struggle, it’s a wonder he’s still able to wake up in the morning with a smile on his face and a determination to make the day good, but that’s the exact energy he brings to each and every day. he’s relentlessly optimistic, at least outwardly, even when he’s never had reason to be. 

he spent his life travelling constantly, struggling alongside his parents, bouncing from one overcrowded shelter to another, one dodgy share house to the next, sometimes finding stability and a small apartment to rent until his parents ruined the opportunity.

it was a rough upbringing and arne saw a lot of personal trauma from essentially birth. his parents tried there best but it was mainly for selfish reasons; arne never felt much support from them or any decent amount of love.

as a teenager he left his parents’ side but continued on with their routine. he never really found stability for himself, nor did he ever find the love to replace the lack of it in his life. 

he travelled around, working odd jobs where he could, falling reliant on people he blindly trusted and never should have, sometimes finding laughs and joy amongst the messiness until he found himself in shrike heights.

he’s very naïve, too optimistic for his own good, too trusting, inexperienced and desperate for things like love. his nature leads him to danger more than he would like and more than he can realise.

the job opportunities with the brand new mall being built kept him in town. he lived in the shelter for the first month of being here but soon made connections enough to upgrade to couch hopping. he applied for every job in the mall, almost, and dirtbusters is the first job he’s been able to keep for so long. 

he doesn’t have aspirations or career goals, he’s stoked working at dirtbusters, and he puts all of his energy towards making friends and connections now. he cares much more about love and friendship and feeling good than he does anything else.

wanted connections -

first friends he stayed with in shrike heights.

residents of the same apartment building (it’s a cheap one).

roommates (no way can he afford living on his own).

co-workers at dirtbusters.

good friends responsible for him staying in shrike despite the murders.

crushes (he’s a simp and will crush on any man nice to him).

hook ups (he wants a relationship but will take anything that makes him feel loved).

exes (though he’s never had any really serious relationship as much as he tries).

people he’s known from outside of shrike (friends/exes/enemies/co-workers from before).

close friends, ride or die energy.