#c: nazli 001

[settledwounds]

Daytime was the only time that Easton could venture out in this new town that demanded his existence. There was no way out, he tried and everyone who came before him tried as well. The only worry now was Zelda and if she was stuck here too. He didn't venture too far from the colony house just due to the injuries he had sustained, but as soon as he healed, he'd go off and search for her. "Uh, yeah," he mumbled to Nazli, another resident of the colony house, "honestly, who am I going to tell?" As far as he knew he was the newest guest of this town and right now, he was still trying to understand all of it. Grabbing one of the blueberries, he felt a small sense of normalcy, as if he wasn't stuck in this place with strangers.

𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓    ⸻   somewhere in town at some patch of grass with anyone

even with a handmade basket filled with freshly picked blueberries near them, nazli's hands are instead focused on the feel of the grass beneath them. when your whole existence seems bleak ( or perhaps even just wholly stuck in some personal purgatory ⸻ as unwanted by reality as they were by their parents ). attention turns to the footsteps that catch their attention, looking up at someone who was unlucky enough to walk by just close enough. "they're fresh." nazli nods towards the basket of blueberries, legs crossed at the ankles and knees coming towards her chest as she rests her elbow on her knee. "if you don't tell on me, i'll share some with you just this once. i don't want someone to go looking for my berry bush and steal these from me. can i trust you?" as if she would. no harm in some company, she supposes.

[idlehcnds]

                  hell state task 002./event 001.                    “dreaming/nothing but flowers.”

g e n e r a l  ––

name: nadja sujana bowman

age: thirty

occupation: bartender/owner, scavengers too

place of origin: vancouver, british columbia, CA

pets: pyewackett, a black cornish rex

                 * CONNECTIONS, BIO AND WANTED PLOTS BELOW THE CUT

c o n n e c t i o n s  ––

nazlie el helani: tba

joan sheehan: can someone truly be more annoying than alistair sheehan? turns out, the answer is yes. nadja is so tired of hearing about her shitty aura, she could scream.

h e a d c a n o n s  ––

Scavengers was the best punk bar and venue in Vancouver and Nadja had worked the skin off her knuckles to get it there. Never one for long term relationships after she and her girlfriend Soledad split up, she’d finally found someone she connected with. Unfortunately, he connected more with one of her bartender’s and Nadja’s money and soon not even a benefit show could raise enough money to dig Nad out of the grave he’d built for her. Stupid fucker.

Never one to stick around and watch her world burn, Nadja took off to the US where she found the cheapest town who’d never heard of her and bought a new bar. No rumors followed her; nor debt collectors either. It was a fine place to open ‘Scavengers too’ amongst the dirt devils and wheat farms. Too bad the town sucked.

Scavengers too is a dive bar downtown where you can find a good time or a bad one depending on what the vibe is and how many people you want to piss off. You’ll find the owner skulking around with her best friend Nazlie on days she’s not in the bar, chainsmoking and scarfing down burritos. It’s a hell of a life.

w a n t e d  p l o t s  ––

a helluva night–-another person in this town who gets what nadja’s about. maybe they spent a night talking about feelings, something way more vulnerable than sex, and now nadja is trying to act like they don’t exist. she likes running from p much anything but booze, smokes, and nazlie.

LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE !!