#everything is so silly. the random letter when you get a game over. the bass drop sound effects. the unoptimized models

[orb-the-watchman]

This game fascinates me to an absurd degree

Sorry for not bugsnacing followers

[ourtown-rp-blog]

Welcome to the game, AUTUMN ABRAMS! Your application was successful, and we’re excited to begin writing alongside you, Dragon. Please read over our checklist before sending in your link, which you should do within 24 hours!

IT’S ALL ABOUT YOOOOU ( ooc ) ♪

MAIN ALIAS: Dragon

PRONOUNS: she/her

AGE: 25+

ACTIVITY LEVEL: 7/10

WHO YOU PLAYIN’ ?

FULL NAME: Autumn Mae Abrams

PRONOUNS: she/her

FACECLAIM: Daisy Ridley

AGE/BIRTHDAY: 22, December 23

ORDER: fifth

TYPE*: I don’t mind if someone else wants to play her, so twins is fine with me.

ORIENTATION: Pansexual/Panromantic

THAT’S WHAT I GO TO SCHOOL FOR ♬

delete this section if they’re not in school!

HIGH SCHOOL: N/A

COLLEGE: Arkansas

GRADE: Junior

MAJOR/MINOR: Musical Theory / Sound Engineering

ALL WORK AND NO PLAY ☆

all should work, whether they’re in school or not.

EMPLOYMENT STATUS: Part Time

WORKPLACE: Arkansas campus coffee shop / modeling company

POSITION: barista / nude model

HOW LONG?: 2 years

WHO WILL I BE, IT’S UP TO ME ( ic ) ♪

Autumn Mae Abrams, one of the five Abrams children, smaller, dark haired, gorgeous without fault, secretive, and above all else.. odd. From the very beginning, Autumn did things a little differently than the rest of the people she knew. Where most kids crowded around the jungle gym in the playground, or picked up a ball at recess to play kickball, Autumn liked to sit on the bench and read comic books. Actions figures took the place of video games, and to most, they believed the girl to be a little.. weird. Of course, her mother always told her that being eccentric was good, that it made her different, and what made you different was what made you strong. Through everything, Autumn didn’t really care. The space ships, aliens, and super heroes in her comic books created a world for her, one she could escape to when things got too weird, or the kids picked on her a little too hard. Like the good parents that they were, Autumn’s mom and dad tried to find somewhere that their daughter would fit. Soccer, t-ball, even a few dance lessons, but, none of them suited the little girl. Her awkward limbs and inability to focus on anything made it abundantly clear that sports wouldn’t ever be the key to pulling her out of his own little world. They almost gave up hope for her, Autumn destined to be that weird little girl, until they heard her banging on the pots and pans in the kitchen while helping with dinner one night. The shrill notes and the obvious tempo and rhythm she had, the Anderson’s knew what and where their girl belonged.

After that night, Autumn was practically thrust into every single music lesson that they could find for her. Piano, guitar, the drums, and a few other silly instruments slowly but surely pulled her out of the safe and weird world Autumn liked to get lost in more often times than not. She showed great promise and skill, so, she actually liked it. There wasn’t much that could pull her away from a first edition, episode one Superman comic, but, the way her fingers would fly across the guitar strings drew her out and kept her away. The comic books and action figures were safety nets, things she knew she could control, things she knew would always be there for her. But, as she discovered the greatness of music, Autumn learned that he didn’t really need the books to fall back on, or the action figures to keep her company, she had a much better alternative. Like most people with an obsession, though, she started to put all her time into the music, and everything that went along with it. The old vintage records that laid in her father’s study were listened to on repeat, The Beatles and The Stones becoming two of her biggest inspirations. Heading into school, she could be spotted with a thick pair of headphones on, Autumn once again lost in her own little world.

When high school rolled around, Autumn started to branch out a little bit, her music skills drawing a few of her own kind of people in; the silent nerds that had a whole lot of pent up words and emotions to share with everyone. A few of her friends banded together to start up a little band, one that they kept together until the last couple months of high school. She also discovered that she could sing, that among her talent for the strings and bass drum, Autumn had a damn good voice, which only added to the appeal that her nerdy little band had on people. As the years passed, and her dreams got a little bigger, Autumn decided that she was going to head out to California, she was going to find someone that wanted to listen to her play, someone that enjoyed music and her passion for it just as much as she did. While her parents encouraged it, they also wanted her to go to college, but, like most kids that age, Autumn didn’t listen to them. The time for college application deadlines passed, SATs were already taken, and letters of recommendation weren’t filled out. If she wanted to change her mind, it was already to late, and at that time, Autumn didn’t care. She had good enough grades that if she really needed to, she could try and apply to one of the California schools after her first year there.

Graduation came and went, the girl happy that he managed to survive the dreaded four years that not everyone did. After a long summer spent listening to her parents try to convince her to wait a year, and save up some money, Autumn set off for the LA, a dream in her heart, hope in her eyes, and a couple of bags on her back. She believed that her talent and skill would help her make it, that she wouldn’t have to struggle like she heard most people did. Autumn wanted nothing more than to prove people wrong, to show them that she was going to make it big. But, day after day, and those days turning into months, she quickly realized that every person around her hoped for the same thing, to be discovered, to make their dreams come true. The money was coming to an end pretty fast, the work was little to none, and her hopes were dropping down deeper and deeper as the days passed by her. This meant she needed to return to Cotton Plant after only a year. Finally, after having to struggle to find change for a cup of coffee, Autumn got herself a job at the coffee shop on Arkansas’ campus after enrolling. The money sucked, and she couldn’t spend nearly as much time as she wanted to trying to find someone to take a look at her work, but, at least she was surviving.

Something weird happened the winter after her arrival home, something that would.. ultimately change her life. An older man, one that was handsome in his own way, and a dedicated costumer, started to take a liking to Autumn. Her conversation about all things superheroes, and her passion for music drew the guy in. At first, Autumn found it sort of weird, the attention she was getting from the older man. A ten dollar tip on a three dollar drink, little notes left on the receipts. She couldn’t tell if the guy was just being friendly, or, if he was really hitting on her like Autumn thought he was. It all came to head one evening after a few weeks of the occurrences. The man stuck around until Autumn got off, and approached her, asking her for her number, and promising a call soon. Soon seemed like five minutes later, her phone buzzing wildly in her pockets as she made her way back to her mediocre little apartment. From that day on, things started to change for Autumn. It was like.. the guy was courting her. He didn’t ask for sex, or even affection, all things were paid for, and all he wanted was to have Autumn on his arm. It weirded her out slightly, but, how could a struggling musician look a gift like Dorian’s as anything other than that.. a gift? She couldn’t, and she didn’t.

For weeks, she accompanied the man to functions and fundraisers.. to shows and dinners. She wore fine dresses and nice heels, but, never got to show her appreciation in any way. When she got tired of always being the toy, and never anything more, she tried to start something with the older man, her hand wandering below the belt for the first time since they started to go out with each other. It was then that she realized that.. the man in fact believed her to be some sort of.. escort. Autumn felt humiliated, and slightly betrayed, but, quickly calmed down when the guy offered her a job. Being a pretty big producer in the pornography industry, Dorian had been showing her off to colleagues and business investors, looking around for jobs for her to do. Of course, Autumn struck down actual porn the minute he mentioned it, but, the naked modeling.. she could do that. So, along with her daily job at the coffee shop, and the random and odd little gigs she managed to land herself, Autumn started to work for Dorian’s company, settling into photo shoots every couple of weekends, each one earning her enough money to save, to spend, and to eventually move her into the a small house, one she’d been longing to have since she lived here the first time. Autumn has finally found herself completely comfortable in life.