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carmen-alamilla · 9 months ago

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[cis woman and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [CARMEN ALAMILLA]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [SALMA HAYEK]. You must be the [53] year old [OWNER OF TEJAS CANTINA]. Word is you’re [INDEPENDENT] but can also be a bit [ABRASIVE] and your favorite song is [SHE BANGS by RICKY MARTIN]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

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BASICS

Full Name: Carmen Vanessa Alamilla Medina Nicknames: N/A Height: 5'2" Gender/Pronouns: cis woman | she & her Romantic/Sexual Orientation: heteroromantic | heterosexual Birth Date: August 18th, 1971 (53) Birth Place: Playa Azul, Michoacán, México Current Residence: Seabrook Quarter, Aurora Bay, CA, USA Occupation: Owner of Tejas Cantina Relationship Status: Single (Divorcee)

FAMILY

Father: Tejas Luis Alamilla Garcia, deceased Mother: Abril Concepción Medina Acosta, deceased Siblings: 3 full-blooded siblings, one half-brother (may as well be dead) Ex Husband: Christian McDowell (58, npc) Children: Isabel Alamilla, 1 younger child Grandchildren: Clara Alamilla Nieces/Nephews: Valeria Ortiz, Bruno Ortiz, Asher Ortiz, Carmen & Lydia Ortiz, more tba

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tw for cheating, alluding to age difference relationships

Carmen was born and raised in her native México, surrounded by her extended family. Life was rough growing up, as her father was away from home on a fishing boat for months at a time, whilst her mother worked for various tourism groups. But with all bad comes good, as she had no shortage of various aunts and uncles (with only some being of blood relation) to look to. It takes a village to raise a child, and nowhere seemed more true than her little village.

Her life changed drastically when her father died in a boating accident days before her 19th birthday. Their little family managed to limp along thanks to the help of family and friends, but their generosity would only extend so far. With what little money they had running out, Carmen's mother made the decision to leave their beloved México behind, hoping for a better life in America.

The family moved to Aurora Bay, where her mother worked as a maid for one of the families in Aurora Bay Drive. When Carmen turned 21, she was introduced to Christian McDowell. Though she spoke little English, and he spoke virtually no Spanish, the pair managed to hit it off. By the age of 23, Carmen and Christian had married, and she'd moved into his home in Fisher's Cove. The couple eventually had two children, and it seemed that life couldn't be any better.

The cracks in their happy home started forming the first time Carmen realized her husband had wandering eyes. With the rise in messaging sites, she found more than a few suspect chats bookmarked in the web browser. It felt as if Christian had wanted his wife to find them, was looking for a reason to leave. But, she elected to stay silent, to pretend it didn't happen. She justified it to herself, it was for the good of her children.

A mistake, in hindsight. Followed by more mistakes, when the messages turned to meet ups, turned to affairs. The older she got, the older their children got, the younger her husband's mistresses seemingly became. She looked for distractions, for hobbies and interests, turned a blind eye. She opened Tejas Cantina in 2014, named after her father. It became a success after a year of struggle, and at the age of 44, Carmen filed for divorce.

It was a shock to many, but it had also been a long time coming for her. The divorce process was long and messy, but when it was finalized, she moved all of her things to a quaint little home in Seabrook Quarter. She even went as far as legally changing her name back to her maiden name, and has stayed fiercely single since. She refuses to become caught up with another American man.

CONNECTIONS

POTENTIAL

Neighbors from Seabrook/Former neighbors from Fisher's Cove

Friends

Enemies

A longstanding crush she refuses to acknowledge is there

Her kids/siblings/nieces and nephews

CURRENT

✿ Living Migraine The One that Got Away: Did Axel and Carmen ever date? No. Will they ever date? Also no. Will they play-flirt with each other if Carmen isn't smacking his head for the dumb shit that comes out his mouth? Most definitely. | @axel-mathis ✿ Angry Chihuahua Son: You know that "GET YO FUCKING DOG, BITCH/it don't bite" vine? Yeah, that's Carmen about Aiden. Yes, he's a troublemaker, but you don't have all the facts, which are that he's a good kid and a damn good cook. | @aiden-stevens ✿ Needs Therapy Niece: Carmen had visited her half-brother as often as she could just to see his kids. She hasn't seen Valeria in years, so hopefully they can actually have the relationship that dipshit sperm donor denied them. | @thevaleriaxortiz ✿ Five Finger Nephew: The last time Carmen saw Asher, he was but a wee bab. Probably gonna teach that boy proper Spanish. No nephew of hers is gonna be denied half of his heritage. | @heyits-asher ✿ Beloved Daughter: 1/3 of Carmen's whole world, the other two being her youngest and sweet Clara. Extremely proud of all that Izzy has done and always on call to babysit if needed. | @izzyxalamilla

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aurorabayrpg · 10 months ago

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Welcome to Aurora Bay [RHEA]! We hope you enjoy your stay! Please send in your account within 24 hours to secure [NICHOLAS GALITZINE] as your faceclaim, and please be sure to review our checklist and make sure you read our guidelines!

[cis man and he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [JULIAN ANDREYEV]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [NICHOLAS GALITZINE]. You must be the [TWENTY-EIGHT] year old [COMEDIAN/BARTENDER AT TEJAS CANTINA]. Word is you’re [PERCEPTIVE] but can also be a bit [PRETENTIOUS] and your favorite song is [EVERY DAY IS EXACTLY THE SAME by NINE INCH NAILS]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

#oc rp #town rp #appless rp #group rp #beach rp #plotless rp #active rp #city rp #aurorabay.accepted

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sagexwilliams · 9 months ago

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[ciswoman she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [SAGE WILLIAMS]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [SAMANTHA LOGAN]. You must be the [TWENTY-FOUR] year old [STUDENT AND WAITSTAFF AT TEJAS CANTINA]. Word is you’re [HARDWORKING] but can also be a bit [WORKAHOLIC] and your favorite song is [QUEEN BY LAUREN GRAY]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHER’S COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

INFO:

Sage was born and raised in Aurora Bay

When she was little her parents signed her up for soccer and she quickly fell in lock with it

Even as a little kid Sage had decided she wanted to become a pro soccer player

She is always playing soccer or coaching little kids games on the weekends and working at tejas cantina in between

Sage was the captain of her soccer team in high school and was given a full ride scholarship to Aurora Bay college for her sport

Sage is very kind and hard working, loves her family and is very close with her brother

She had to take a break in college, though, due to an injury she got on the field

she works extra hard since her recovery

She still hopes to become a pro athlete someday

Wanted connections:

Soccer team

Friends

Exes

Neighbors

Co-workers

@aurorabayaesthetic

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bebemoon · 3 years ago

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I see you are giving style advice 👀 what would you recommend for an ethereal, elven look that’s relatively modest and practical? I see a lot of cottagecore hobbit style, but never elven

trying, at least ^^'

so, elven (as opposed to hobbit-like) would be a bit more austere and elegant-looking, right? dark/edgy but nature-oriented and monochromatic- mostly black or white or silvery-grey.. which reminds me a whole lot of the indie brand "sisters of the black moon". their pieces are practical and most are modest (some of the examples below notwithstanding ^^')

their ig is here- for some simple inspiration, but for whatever reason, when i went to their site, it was down or non-existant ?

anyway~

update: they seem to have gone out of business ._. but the inspo still stands-

#hope this helps a bit teja !#<333 #allthestoriescantbelies #ask #style #elven #sotbm #link #long post

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carryonchile · 3 years ago

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12 February - Valdivia

My stay in Valdivia was amazing, my expectations for the city were certainly exceeded. Unique airbnb, great people to hang out with (which I'd struggled with until now), stunning coast and rivers, superb beer, and beautiful swims. What more could I ask for? Oh, and (almost) perfect weather. I could easily have stayed for more than five nights but the place was booked out for the rest of the month and my next destination was waiting for me. It's somewhere I'd love to return to and explore more of the area.

The seven hour coach journey from Conce passed by quickly, helped by the lush forested land we passed through, and the distant views of volcanoes in the Lakes Region. Sadly, I also got to see areas of forest burning away, as forest fires continue to take hold across the parched land, with a drought in force across the country.

Other points of interest were the tall metal piers and spans of the Malleco rail viaduct, which I later read was the highest such bridge when it opened in 1890. A road safety sign also caught my attention stating that the word 'accident' should not be used for an incident caused by driver behaviour, which I found quite progressive here.

During the journey we stopped in Temuco, bringing back memories of the end of the Argentine/Chilean Lakes cycle tour I did with Lucy and Mat five years ago. Temuco is the centre of an area (Macrozona Sur) where a state of emergency is currently in place, where the army has been deployed (I understand) to protect residents from sporadic acts of violence, emanating from indigenous communities seeking the return of privately owned land to them.

Anyway, it was a stunning arrival into Valdivia, and I could soon see why it's called the Region of the Rivers. It's also well known for the generous number of wetlands. We pulled into an unusually modern coach station for Chile, and not a single taxi tout to deal with! After grabbing a map and some friendly advice from the tourist info desk, it was time to hit the Valdivian streets.

It turns out that the Rainbow House where I'd be staying is located in the original part of town, the Isla Teja (Roof Tiles Island), a small island. I was very thankful for this after seeing that the city centre resembled many other Chilean centres! With high hopes for Valdivia I was a bit taken aback on arriving. However, I soon made it to the river bridge crossing to the island. As I entered the street (of wooden houses) with my colourful home for five days, the charm of the place hit me.

I was warmly welcomed by the very bubbly and colourful (as to be expected in a rainbow house) owner Catalina, who lives in the house with her late teen daughter. After expecting to be sharing the house with the owner and maybe another guest, I was informed that 10 guests were currently staying! The (shoe free zone) house is amazing, full of colourful art, nik naks, rugs made from old clothes, light switches and sockets decorated with magazine cuttings, and basically the colours of the rainbow everywhere. Catalina had completely transformed the place after buying it, and locals still assume from the outside that it's a nursery! For those who know my flat, it's fair to say that it's not quite so minimalist haha.

Over breakfast I met a number of visitors from other cities in Chile, plenty of Santiago types but also folk from Concepción and La Serena. I continued to be the only non Chilean, which was all good except for trying to keep up with their group conversations! I continue to find the Chilean 'dialect' and speed a challenge! Catalina's daughter spoke amazing English so I enjoyed a break from Spanish with her.

The house was located just one minute from the cosy hipster restaurant/microbrewery La Bota (The Boot), where I was bizarrely to find the cheapest draft beer and food so far, with delicious Thai curry featuring on the menu. Needless to say there were a number of visits during my stay. Decent beers (and cheesecake) in southern Chile is very much thanks to the significant German population, originating from the encouragement of German immigration in the 19th Century. The prominence of German names everywhere does feel bizarre.

Highlights (other than sampling a variety of craft beers) of my valdiviano days included:

- A visit to Niebla (translation 'mist') to find plenty of mist for my chilly Pacific swim! It was the coldest I'd felt so far on this trip, so I appreciated a delicious hot seafood stew, and coffee and cake, before I braved the sea (and didn't last very long)

- A beautiful swim in the river at Playa Collico, where thankfully I didn't encounter the resident sea lions. The lifeguard Alexis enjoyed practicing his English with me

- A stunning forest (including the beautiful tall alerce, and the arrayan with it's smooth milk chocolate silky bark) walk around the headland of Curiñanco with it's stunning viewpoints over the Pacific, followed by a gorgeous swim in the calm village beach. The eccentric park ranger was a delight

- Snapping away at more street 'sights' including a rather rude street name (albeit the 'k' had been replaced with a 'q' on the street sign)

- Getting to know more of the city (and general lack of respect for cyclists) by bicycle

More disappointing moments (not to be taken too seriously) were:

- Checking out the closed 'rail museum' and old station from the street

- Being unable to secure tickets for the resident submarine (built in Glasgow in 1971) on the river. I turned up at 10.30am to try my luck for tickets that day, to learn the queue formed from 7am, ahead of the 10am ticket office opening!

- Finding the 1960 earthquake museum shut

- Having to wear my down jacket one chilly evening

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the-eldritch-it-gay · 4 years ago

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i hope im not too late for Teja Hours, but i was wondering about the legion of the dead and the wardens arrangement/relationship, and what teja knows/thinks about the HOF and the events of the fifth blight? and how that affects how teja interacts with wardens during her story? (your teja art looks PHENOMENAL btw)

It’s never too late for Teja hours!

Yeah so Teja definitely interacted with the HoF and played a part in the 5th Blight. Since in DA:O the HoF comes across the Legion of the Dead in the Dead Trenches, I imagine Teja’s part of the Legionnaires holding the line there. Teja definitely has respect for the Wardens, since she spends her time in the Deep Roads facing Darkspawn. At least generally speaking. She’s interacted with some Wardens and helped and met with Wardens since she’s spent... 24 years living in the Deep roads as a member of the Legion of the Dead? (by the time of Inquisition at least, she’s been a legionnaire for 14 years at the time of DA:O)

Anyways, She’s seen enough Wardens on their Calling in the Deep Roads and knows that the Wardens are (at least temporarily) immune to the taint/Blight. And she kinda has mixed feelings about that. On the one hand she thinks it’s a bit cheat-y that they are immune to the taint, since Teja has to deal with the Very Real possibility of being tainted and has seen plenty of members in the Legion die from the taint. But on the other hand, she mainly sees the Wardens close to their death, and she thinks its honorable that Wardens go to the Deep Roads to die taking down as many Darkspawn as they can. So she respects them, even though she feels they have some of their darkspawn-fighting easier than the Legionnaires.

With regard to the HoF (I’ll go with my default worldstate, which is Amal Surana & Elane’lunalen Mahariel as Wardens), Amal and Ane’lun are the first like... what’s the right word... lively? Lively wardens she’s met. As mentioned she usually encounters Wardens on their Calling, so she really is used to seeing the like, terminus of a Warden’s life, not Wardens who are freshly joined. So honestly she’s kinda curious about Amal and Ane’lun. I imagine she offers to go with them for part of their journey in the Dead Trenches, mainly to help guide them and also she wants to just kinda... observe. Ask some questions, see what Wardens are like when they aren’t Very Actively Dying. She also wants to make sure they don’t Fuck things up, because you know, she doesn’t exactly trust people who aren’t dwarves to go traipsing around the deep roads in a respectful manner. Plus I hate Oghren so I would rather imagine Amal and Ane’lun’s (temporary) Dwarven companion that can offer insight into Dwarven culture is Teja instead of Oghren.

So when Inquisition rolls around, Teja’s had a decent amount of interaction with Wardens (mostly those close to death) and was briefly part of the Heroes of Ferelden’s party so that definitely influenced her thoughts on the Wardens in DA:I! She knows waaay more about the Wardens then the average Inquisitor would given her background, so she kinda... laughs when people try to claim the Wardens are evil and paranoid or whatever, yá sabes? The Wardens are honorable, and they were manipulated into believing they could stop all future Blights with Corypheus’s plan, which is understandable (doesn’t excuse the crimes, but understandable). So she’s pretty Pro-Warden! She knows more about the Wardens then most folks in the Inquisition so she’s not going to listen to their opinions lmao. Warden-LotD Solidarity.

Also Teja’s working with the HoF in the Deep Roads means she has some familiarity with DA:O characters (and possibly some DA2 characters since the PCs go into the deep roads in both games) so there’s an actual narrative reason Teja would have feelings/familiarity/loyalty to some of those characters, as opposed to the canon writing of the Inquisitor who would have no emotional attachment to the characters from previous games introduced lmao.

Also!!! I’m glad you like my Teja art! I’ve been working on my WIP more here’s how it looks now under the cut [cw for bare chest/partial nudity/boobs]

#Eldritch IT Speaks #Eldritch IT Answers #OC: Teja #The Eldritch Dragon Age #its always teja hours baebey I love talking about her #ultimatecryptid

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lizzybeth1986 · 4 years ago

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i’m not going to be surprised if Landry saves the day and the writers keep Aurora as an antagonist. I want to believe Choices is better than that but the same writers wasted all the potential Mona, Teja, Victoria and Scarlett had as characters. I can’t keep making excuses. I know you’ve never been a Ride or Die fan but I’d appreciate it if you can link me to a good essay about Mona

In some ways, I feel Aurora is the exception to the rule. Yes PB and the writing team have an easier time shitting on her, but at least I can feel a little bit at ease that the fandom will rally around her and push back if they force her to a position where we have to hate her.

Even so, it's important to understand that even within fandom Aurora is the exception to the rule. There were very specific circumstances that I think went behind the kind of support she got...that many black characters didn't - and still don't - get (black-woman-unnecessarily-villainized reaching its saturation point, the lone female LI Jackie being given a storyline that was specifically designed to make us look down on her - leading many to channel that love to Aurora instead, the similiarities to Olivia). And I don't fully see the point of this kind of support if we as a fanbase going to continue running a fine-toothed comb through every other character of colour before they're considered worthy enough of our approval, to be defended (I mean, we did run said comb through Aurora too - remember the Dolores episode in Book 1?). If we're going to raise a voice for an Aurora, but lambast a Kiara (who we KNOW was being done dirty time and time again) without questioning why she got that narrative in TRH2 in the first place, we're...not exactly going to change anything. The teams are still going to find other ways to repackage and present such damaging tropes and narratives.

Tldr is that I'm glad that the love for Aurora in the fandom protects her to a small extent from too much damage, but I wish to god she wasn't one of the only ones we expanded that much energy for.

Thanks to @nikkisha16, I found at least two essays on Mona you might like, anon!

This essay by @hellospunkiebrewster

This thread by several very smart mutuals

Hope these help!

#ask me #ask lizzy #open heart #aurora emery

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hilllsnholland · 5 years ago

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Bucket List - (2)

Pairing: College!Tom x Deaf!Reader

W.c: 2.9k

Warnings: swears, alcohol, slurs

Summary: Ice cream really cures the soul

Disclaimer: This is all written from my perspective as a Deaf/HoH person. If you have comments, questions, or concerns then you are welcome to message me :)

The only thing Creekview had to offer was the sun. In London, the sun was a distant cousin that came around only when it benefited themselves. As much as Tom loathed the small college town, he loved the weather. He loved the sun beating down his neck while he sat outside Milky, serving ice cream to the somewhat pleasant residents of Creekview.

Milky was what Creekview was known for. It was a small drive-thru or walk up shop that served ice cream and other snacks. On the side of the building, there’s a beautiful mural of cows eating ice cream, looking out to the observer with blank expressions. Every day Tom patted each painted cow on the head on his way to his shift. A good luck sort of thing. It was needed though as the lines and customers got crazy as the temperature rose.

“Fuck this,” Brant spat as he wiped his forehead again. “They can’t even buy us an outdoor fan? Cheap ass white people.”

Tom tries to ignore him and enjoy the feeling of heat on his skin. The Brit tilts his sunglasses up on his face so that Brant can’t tell he’s in another headspace. The party still absorbed his mind. It had been three days since that night but he hadn’t stopped thinking of Y/N. When he got bored he fingerspelled his name like Y/N did. As soon as he got home that night he went online and practiced basic signs. Things like ‘hello’ ‘how are you’ ‘bathroom’ were now part of his vocabulary. It wasn’t much but it would be a gesture of willingness. All Tom wanted was to see her hands move again.

“I heard you hooked up with that pink haired chick.” Brant smugly says as he leans against the walk-up counter.

“No-”

“I saw her too. Looked like a wild one huh? I bet she’s hella freaky with that pink hair and shit.”

“Nothing happened. We kissed. She left. End of story.”

“Left you blue balling and shit? Sorry man,” Brant slaps Tom on the shoulder and smacks his lips. “I thought your British accent would help you pull but you keep striking out.”

Tom doesn’t respond. He spells his name again and goes through the alphabet to keep his mind at peace. The only good quality thing about Brant was that he was a talker. He could keep a conversation going for hours, but he mostly talked to hear his own voice. Tom could never say a word and Brant wouldn’t even notice.

“Ty got fucked up though. Kevin laid him out flat.” Brant snickers and eyes a few girls walking across the street.

“You told him to say that though, right? You set him up for it.” Tom narrows his eyes on the ground while Brant shifts his weight towards him.

“Hell yeah I did. You got a problem with that?”

Brant adjusts himself to stand straight. He was trying to be an alpha male alright, he was half a foot taller than Tom. Brant puffs out his chest but Tom does not give him the time of day. He knew his dirty work. He knew that Brant was a manipulative asshole, and sadly he was drawn into that culture. Times like this he really misses London. The guys there were assholes too, but this was a new breed of fuckery.

It seems like the div had found something else to be interested in because Brant was now flirting with a girl standing at the counter to order something. Tom went back to his original position of leaning on the wall behind him, his sunglasses tilting off the top of his nose. His mind went back to its usual job of putting Y/N in the center stage of his thoughts. God, if he’s on autopilot then he’s probably thinking about her. It was one meeting and he was hooked on it. He even approached LJ to ask her more that night.

LJ was in the midst of refilling the keg, her eyes locked on Harrison as he talks to a group of girls in his Sociology class. Tom had come up behind her hoping for answers. It was her party after all. She seemed to know everyone in this godforsaken town. LJ jumps when she sees Tom but settles with a laugh, hitting him on the shoulder.

“Scared me lovey.” She sloppily says.

“Do you know a Y/N?” Tom is quick with words while Lauren takes a second to think.

“Maybe?”

“She’s Deaf.”

“Oh, Y/N. Yes, I do.” LJ laughs and turns the nozzle of the keg back on. “I met her a while back at another party. She used to go to that Deaf school a few hours away.”

LJ shrugs and gulps down another solo cup full of beer. Tom wondered if he should ask more about her, but would that come off creepy? They didn’t seem like friends, but LJ is the type to gossip a bit. Lauren turns to Tom and looks as if she had come to an epiphany. Her hand caresses Tom’s cheek softly and she flattens her lips.

“That look on your face,” She purrs and drags her nail across his mouth.

“LJ, you’re drunk.” Tom tries to break the tension but she keeps staring on.

“So are you, but you’re...you got that happy look Tommy,” She’s not very coherent as she sways back and forth. “That same look I get when I see Haz…”

Her face becomes more flushed than usual as she breaks out into a fit of giggles. Her hand leaves his face as she turns back around to refill her cup. LJ wipes her face lazily and clears her throat.

“Tommy, be careful baby,” Her voice is shallow in her throat. “Y/N, she’s a different kind of girl. The kind to break your heart.”

LJ spins the contents of her drink around in the cup as she sways. Tom watches her face drop, the look of knowing more but not saying it. Although he wanted to push, there was something eating at him to not do it. Maybe it was self-destruction, but her warning didn’t persuade him any different. He still wanted to talk to Y/N. Learn her story, more than the gossip LJ would have.

“How would you know?” Tom defensively says and grabs the cup from LJ’s hand. “Did you hear that from your dumb rumormongers?”

She doesn’t react right away. LJ hums as her hand squeezes the air the cup had once occupied. Her eyes are sad as she looks back at Tom, almost pitying him. Was this a sick joke?

“Behind every rumor is a little bit of truth. Even if it’s twisted, Tom,”

There’s a loud ringing and Tom snaps from his thoughts. It was the customer bell from the counter. Brant was nowhere to be seen, possibly in the back trying to get away from the heat. Tom shakes his head and walks up to the counter with his fake smile ready to greet whatever Creekview trash would walk up.

“Welcome to Milky-” Tom stops and gapes at the two girls standing in front of him.

It was Y/N, staring with huge eyes, and her friend from before who was blinking rapidly. The friend laughs awkwardly, elbowing Y/N, and signs something Tom has not yet learned. Y/N scatters to reply but keeps an eye on Tom while she’s responding. Tom raises his hand and tries to sign, ‘nice to meet you’ while mouthing his words. The friend cackles through her accent, signing something back.

“Sorry, I’m trying to learn,” Tom says while trying to sign.

“You’re alright. We’re just...surprised to see you.” Y/N says while simultaneously signing. “Tom right?”

His name on her hands looks just as beautiful as before. Tom nods and fingerspells Y/N’s name slowly. She smiles, nodding her head and motioning the sign, ‘right’. The friend coughs, pointing to the orange ice cream picture on the counter.

“Oh right sorry,” Tom shakes his head and nods. “Can I get you guys anything?”

“My friend here,” Y/N elbows her friend and fingerspells her name. “Tejas, she wants an orange swirl. I’ll take a Coke Diablo.”

Tom’s mouth feels dry and he can’t form a sign that would be correct in the situation. In his awkward mess of nerves, he stumbles away and into Milky to grab their order. He mumbled to himself as he makes their ice cream, his mind and mouth moving in two different speeds. What could he say to her? Maybe he needs to learn more sign before talking to her? It was a mess, all the little Toms in his head were setting things on fire. Next thing he knew he felt the cold, sticky mess of ICEE on his hand. He grabbed a towel and cleaned up the mess, setting himself straight before going back out there.

With an adjustment to his sunglasses and a mental pep talk, Tom walked back out to the girls. He handed them both their treats, earning a ‘thank you’ from Y/N and a condescending smile from Tejas. She was analyzing him, signing about him when he was right there. Although Tom wasn’t fluent, he could tell she was being snarky.

“$8.64,” Tom says and then watches Tejas sign something. “What is she saying?”

Y/N hands him a ten while signing back to her friend, contorting her face into a scrunched up expression.

“She keeps calling you ‘Hearing Boy’,” Y/N explains then fingerspells his name again. “She’s not very open to hearing people,”

“Why not?”

Y/N interprets the conversation which makes Tejas make a noise that was similar to honking. Her head shakes from side to side as her hands move rapidly, the ice cream swaying side to side and dripping down the cone.

“She says all you hearing people do is make fun of her.” Y/N slyly points behind Tom to where Brant has reappeared. “Your friend there has called her retarded since she moved here,”

Yet again Tom’s biggest weakness was who he allowed to be associated with. It wasn’t a surprise, Brant was a lowlife who would stoop to slurs like that. Tom felt a fire bubbling under his skin, god he wanted to knock him out but Brant was double his size and weight. He shakes his head and exhales.

“Brant is an idiot. A fucking div,” Tom hands Y/N back her money. “But we’re not all like that. Some of us want to understand Deaf people,”

Y/N watches his mouth move and smiles. Tejas looks lost and huffs against her ice cream. She could see what was forming and she was not happy about it. Tom met Y/N’s gaze and raised his hand to try to sign to her.

“Your hair...beautiful,” He signs slowly.

Y/N runs a hand through the dyed hair and giggles nervously.

“It’s fake...all for that party.” She responds. “Do you have time to talk right now?”

Tom immediately signs yes, not caring about if Brant would need his help or not with the impending rush. Y/N signs something to Tejas, who rolls her eyes and then watches her friend walk around the corner with car keys in hand. Tom leads Y/N to the other side of the building where the murals were.

“So, how Deaf are you?” Tom says while dragging his hand across one of the painted cows. “You seem to carry a conversation pretty well,”

Y/N feigns a smile, inhaling harshly as she leans against the wall and slides down. Her arms are crossed over her chest as she looks up to Tom.

“I was born hearing. I was in a car accident when I was a kid, lost the majority of my hearing.” She points to her ears and shrugs. “I can follow along because I know what sounds are. I can read lips alright.”

Her body tenses as she looks towards the beating sun. It was high in the sky, perks of the long summer days. She squinted and held a hand up to block the sun. Without a second thought, Tom hands her his sunglasses and steps into the sunlight. She motions a thank you and puts them on. Tom couldn’t help but smile, she looked better in his glasses than he did.

“So, what happened at the party, that kiss?” Her words are shaky which she masks with awkward laughing. “It was great. I just don’t think you know what you’re getting into-”

“Are you talking about the rumors?”

“Which ones?” Y/N pushes back the fading pink strands and sighs. “There’s so many now. I don’t even care anymore,”

“Someone said you’ll break my heart,” Tom watches her face fall slightly. “But I’m looking for someone to ruin my life anyways.”

Y/N laughs, but this time it's a real laugh though. It came from the bottom of her stomach as if this was the first funny thing she heard in years. Maybe not heard, but you know the specifics are hard. Tom laughs, switching her weight so he’s leaning towards her.

“I think you’re cool Tom, especially with that accent I can’t hear.” Y/N tries to wink behind the glasses but it doesn’t really work. “I just don’t want you to expect much because we don’t know each other,”

“Can I get to know you?”

Y/N looks to him in surprise. There’s a long pause though, she doesn’t speak but she reaches inside of her backpack to find something. Tom isn’t sure if she’s handing him her number or a restraining order but she pulls out a piece of torn out paper. It’s folded perfectly, doodles on the corners of little turtles with sunglasses. He opens it and at the top of the page it says in big letters, ‘Summer Bucket List’.

“What’s this?”

“You want to get to know me right?” She stands and pushes the sunglasses down the bridge of her nose so her eyes are seductively pooling into his. “Read this, then next time we meet I’ll tell you the plan.”

Y/N places the sunglasses on Tom’s head, her other hand rests on the middle of his chest. She can feel the rhythm, fast and all for her. There’s a moment where everything is still, their lips so close from touching but uncertainty clouds the moment. It wasn’t right, Tom was sure of that. If he wanted to kiss her it had to be lead by her. Y/N puts her backpack back on and steps away.

“I’ll see you around,” She says then signs something new. “This is your name sign for now okay?”

She shows him, it’s the sign for ‘hearing’ but with a T hand shape. He smiles and repeats it. A name sign, something only given by Deaf people to their friends and family. Tom took this as a way of her promising to see him again. The list felt heavy in his hands as he watched her walk towards a beat up Cadillac on the corner driven by Tejas.

“How will I find you once I’m done reading this?” Tom yells down the street which causes a few Creekview residents to stop and stare.

“You can try to find me on social media or,” Tom can see her smirking playfully. “Or let fate decide. Your choice.”

Y/N enters the car and that’s the end of their meeting. Tejas whips the car from the space and drives away. The whole interaction felt like a dream. It did not feel real in a conceivable way. Tom looked to the list and back to the corner she was standing at before to make sure this was not a figment of his imagination. He unravels the list completely and was surprised to see only five.

Swim in Creek Lake

Easy enough. That was one of the most popular destinations during the summer. Creekview had a lake that was swarmed by people who were either swimming, tanning, or canoeing. Tom had yet to go into the water though, he usually did a hike around the hills behind the lake with Harrison.

2. Watch a Drive-In movie

That was something he did not expect. Do Drive-Ins have captioned movies? Tom didn’t even know where they still had Drive-Ins. It had to be something he’d look up later.

3. Go to DeckFest

Deckfest? The Deckfest? Also known as the Coachella for people who can not afford Coachella. A music festival between California and Nevada, held in a desert, with lesser-known names. It was a mix of Rolling Loud and Warp Tour.

4. Win a fistfight

Y/N obviously had more layers that he was expecting. The fourth one made him laugh, folding the paper while smiling a little too much. Watching her fight? He’d pay money for that. Tom looks to the last one and drops a bit.

5. Find my purpose

Tom’s heart panged as he read it over and over. He related to the last item, something he needed to figure out by August also. In the time where he needs to figure out his major, his future, he was more interested in reading this Bucket List and talking to Y/N. Maybe it was master procrastination, or maybe it would lead him to his final destination. Either way, Tom had his roadmap for the summer, all starting with Creek Lake.

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riseandshinelittleblossom · 5 years ago

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Message in a Bottle

Hey guys! This is my first time writing Logan so I hope i got him right! Sorry I’m so late posting, but work and stuff...meh. anyways here it is!

Disclaimer: I am just borrowing Ellie and Logan from PB

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"You don't have to tell me what's on your mind, Logan. I can respect a man's privacy, but you should tell someone. Keeping whatever it is bottled up will only do more harm than good."

With that bit of advice, Barry clinked his beer bottle against Logan's and left him alone in his tiny cabin.

Barry was the captain of a shrimp boat that Logan had come across in his travels. He'd never pictured himself as a fisherman before, but he was in need of a job.

Barry didn't ask too many questions, life on the open water allowed Logan the anonymity that he required while lying low from the feds, and the pay was pretty good. He'd taken the job with only a little hesitation, promising himself this was the first step on the straight and narrow. For Ellie. For himself.

He hadn't expected, however that Barry would take him under his wing becoming a mentor of sorts the same way Teppei had before….

Logan shook his head. He'd lost many father figures in his life, and if he'd learned anything from that it was that allowing yourself to linger in the loss helped no one, so he pushed Teppei from his mind.

But the words Barry had just spoken still echoed in his mind, so he dug in his sea bag, found his journal and a pen, and made his way to the upper deck.

A nor'easter was blowing in and it ruffled Logan's now somewhat shaggy hair as he stepped out onto the deck. Something about the cool sea breeze made him think of Ellie, and that was exactly why he'd come out here.

She was what he was keeping bottled up inside. He missed her like crazy, constantly asking himself if letting her go was really the right move. He hated that he couldn't be with her-that he couldn't protect her.

"Staying away keeps her safe, Logan. Just stay the hell away from her. It's time to let her go." He thought.

He sat down on the weathered wood of the deck, crossing his legs and opening the journal. After several long moments he capped his pen and ripped the page he'd been writing on from it's binding. He reached in his pocket and fished out the smooth bottle within. It was made of tinted sea glass, a novelty he'd purchased at their last port just because he thought it looked pretty. Now it had a purpose.

Logan would never trust anyone enough to tell them about Ellie or the depths of his feelings for her-but the sea would keep his secrets.

He rolled up the paper and slipped it into the bottle, replacing the cork and ensuring it was sealed tight.

Logan wound up as if to release a helluva pitch. He tossed the bottle with a heavy sigh...and all of his hopes for Ellie Wheeler.

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Ellie deftly maneuvered her car into a parking spot close to the docks.

She loved everything about Langston and the east coast, but it wasn't home. The docks, just over a mile from her off campus apartment helped with that. Something about the salty air reminded her of LA beaches, even if it was a different ocean; and LA beaches made her think of Logan.

The docks were bustling this evening, fishing boats making port, the fishermen coming home. She took her normal seat on the edge of the concrete slab, feet dangling over the water and she watched the men-and a few fisher women- as they worked.

"Well hey there, Ellie. Must be feeling homesick." A voice came from behind her.

Craning her neck the young woman found a burly man with a long white beard. He wore fishing overalls and rubber boots and he approached her with a warm smile.

"Hi, Louie. How'd you know?" She greeted the man.

Louie let out a laugh that started deep in his belly as he took a seat beside her.

"Well you certainly aren't out here for the pleasant aroma." he chuckled, clapping her gently on the shoulder.

Louie was a friend she'd made during her first visit to these docks. Ellie wasn't sure why, but she felt like she could tell him anything and they often sat together when she'd visit. Ellie would tell him about growing up on the west coast, about her stresses and fears at Langston. Louie would tell her about the adventures he'd had in the Navy when he was a young man, and about the love of life, Pearl.

"How was today's haul?"

Louie sighed, "We caught enough to call today productive, but it just isn't what it used to be out there. But! I did catch me a message in a bottle."

"Really?" Ellie's face lit up. A message in a bottle seemed like the stuff of fairy tales.

The old man nodded, reaching into his pocket and producing a small, tinted glass bottle. It was topped with a cork and inside there was a rolled up piece of paper, something metallic poking from the center of the scroll. He tossed it to Ellie before he stood up.

"Maybe there's a story in there, Ellie. Why don't you uncork it and find out?" He patted her shoulder once more before ambling away into the crowd.

Ellie turned the bottle over in her hands, the smooth surface of the sea glass was definitely inviting.

A part of her wondered what one would write in a message in a bottle. A secret? A wish? Both?

She almost felt guilty opening it since it clearly wasn't intended for her eyes. Then again, surely the author never intended the true recipient to receive it right? It seemed a shame that no one would ever read the words within.

In the end Ellie's undying curiosity got the better of her, and she gingerly uncorked the bottle with a tiny pop. She tipped it so that the contents slid into her palm, unfurling the paper to find a spark plug.

For a moment her heart stopped. What were the chances that Ellie would find- not just a message in a bottle - but one with a spark plug inside of it?

She turned the small car part in her hands over and over unable to look away, the paper it was wrapped in all but forgotten. A strong breeze blew by ruffling the message and pulled Ellie from her far away thoughts.

Thoughts of home and of Logan- of the whole Mercy Park Crew. The thoughts she came to stare at this harbor to try and sort through. The memories in her heart that just wouldn't quit.

With much trepidation, her eyes scanned the words on the page scrawled in a half legible script:

"Dear God,

The only thing I ask of you is to hold her when I'm not around-when I'm much too far away."

Although the odds were astronomical, a smile bloomed across Ellie's lips. She rolled the spark plug in her hand and allowed herself to imagine that Logan had written this message. That it was his wish for her.

She watched the east coast version of the sunset, imagining where Logan could possibly be right now and what he could be doing. Catching a glimpse of the moon as it began to dominate the sky, she remembered that everyone all over the world was looking at the same moon, and perhaps that meant he was too.

"I love you, Logan, and I'm safe. I'm waiting for you to come back to me, and I'll never stop." she whispered aloud to the celestial body, hoping somehow he could hear her and be reassured.

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emma-nation · 5 years ago

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Thinking Of You (Mona x MC Fanfiction) - Chapter 12 *Ending*

You said move on Where do I go? I guess second best Is all I will know

Summary: Years later, Allison has everything she wants, a brand-new internship as a doctor, a handsome boyfriend… but her first nightshift won’t go as expected…

Genre: Romance, Angst

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Notes:

- English is not my first language, forgive me for any mistakes.

- This is the final chapter of this fic. I hope you enjoyed reading it, as much as I enjoyed writing it.

- NSFW alert

- My next MonaxMC fic is already being planned. It’s based on a movie from the 90′s, can you take a guess? Don't worry, I promise I’ll make it a thousand times better than the original :P

Allison woke up in a hurry with the sound coming from the monitors. She was ready to call for help, when she heard a soft laugh coming from the bed.

“I got bored, so I started messing with some buttons to see how it works. My bad.”

“M-Mona, y-you…” her expression went from fear, to anger and to happiness in only a second. “You woke up!”

“Please, tell me you didn’t spend the whole night here,” Mona told her again.

“Not the whole night. The last two days actually.”

The first twenty-four hours were anguishing for Allison. Mona wouldn’t show any improvement and the levels of the drug presence in her blood stream were still high. Then, some time later they started to slowly decrease and her vitals returned to normal. The only fear she had was that it had cause damage to her brain, preventing her from waking up.

“Oh my god,” Allison started examining Mona, doing all sorts of tests to confirm there was absolutely nothing wrong with her. “Let me check if the drug, or even the concussion, left you with any after-effects.”

“Relax,” Mona grinned. “I only passed out.”

“Only passed out?! You had a cardiac arrest and a seizure! Until a few hours ago, you could barely breathe on your own.”

Noticing how tense and worried Allison still was, Mona grabbed her arm and pulled her to sit on the bed’s edge.

“Save the doctor thing for the next time I’m naked in your bed, gorgeous. It’s sexy.”

“You’re such a dork!” Allison blushed a little bit, before accommodating herself and lying on Mona’s chest. "I was so afraid of losing you. When you collapsed in my arms and your heart stopped beating, I thought mine would stop too.“

"And so was I,” Mona confessed, stroking Allison’s hair. “When I saw that moron dragging you away, I thought I’d never see you again.”

Allison told her details about how she beat Griffin and took the gun from his control, what allowed her to return the jet to the airport.

“You’re more dangerous than I thought.”

“If anybody messes with you or my dad, I’ll do what it takes.”

“I admit I’m not used to this whole ‘damsel in distress’ thing, but…” Mona kissed her forehead. “I like when you act tough.”

They spent the rest of the night chatting and enjoying each other’s company. In the morning, while Mona was with her parents, Allison finally went home.

She took a long shower and wore some new clothes. In her bedroom, evidence of her relationship with Griffin was still all around, in pictures and gifts he gave her in the past eight years. Allison grabbed a box and started to collect them.

When she finished, she labeled the box as 'trash’ and was ready to take it outside. A familiar smell made her stop by the kitchen.

“I heard you were home,” Mr. Wheeler smiled. “So I prepared you a special breakfast.”

“Thanks dad,” she said. “I’m starving. I can’t even remember what was the last time I properly ate.”

“How’s Mona?”

“She’s great. The doctors will be discharging her tomorrow. The police wanted to ask her a few questions too.”

Griffin and his father were taken to two separated, highly-secured, prisons. It’d take a few months before they were judged and sentenced, but Mr. Wheeler assured her they’d never see the light of day again. Krista and her friends had also been arrested, after confessing their crimes.

Mr. Wheeler glimpsed inside the box as she ate. His expression saddened.

“How are you feeling about all of this, Allison?” He asked. “We haven’t really had time to talk about you.”

She was took a deep breath, reflecting on the answer.

“A lot of things. I feel stupid, for being fooled by Griffin and his family for so long. I feel angry for all they have done to me and Mona. I feel relieved they’re in prison and… I feel happy everything ended well.”

“Me too, my dear,” his expression softened and he took the box outside himself, bringing another one from the garage. “I think these should be on your bedroom instead.”

He opened it and showed her. Inside, it contained pictures of Allison with the Mercy Park Crew, other small memories from those days and the pictures of her Prom, with Mona.

“Dad…”

“It’s time to stop denying it existed. They were part of who you are today and Mona…”

“I love her. I always did.”

“I know,” Mr. Wheeler involved her in a tight embrace, ��and I’m glad you finally have a chance of being with her. You both deserve it.”

———-

When Mona woke up in the morning, it was like her life had completely changed. She had to talk to the police for hours, but this time, she was being treated like some sort of hero. Then, multiple TV channels and newspapers wanted to interview her, especially after finding out she was the daughter of one of the most successful businessman in the country.

David had publicly acknowledged her as his daughter, what was the biggest surprise of the day. He also offered her the position of president of his Los Angeles dealership, one of the most profitable, to run it as she wanted. But Mona wasn’t interested in anything that came from that man.

She received other job offers too.

“Holy shit!” She shouted. “Santagata wants me to work for them, as professional car tester!”

Her mother sighed next to her. Though she was happy to have her daughter alive and safe, she wasn’t happy about how all that attention could negatively affect Mona again. Especially her father’s presence in her life.

“Isn’t that great?” David grinned ear to ear. “If you want, I can contact them right now and…”

“No. She’s returning to New York with me.”

“Really, Sara? The first time the girl makes such a big achievement, you’re going to imprison her at home?”

“No, I’ve been talking to some community colleges that are willing to accept ex-convicts. She could…”

“Guys,” Mona interrupted. “I’m way past the age where I couldn’t make my own decisions.”

After hearing her parents endless arguments, Mona created an excuse to kick them out of the bedroom. She couldn’t help thinking her existence was quite a miracle, considering those two couldn’t stand being in the same room for longer than five minutes.

Right after they left, Allison arrived, followed by Detective Wheeler.

“Detective, hi,” Mona greeted.

“Hello, Mona,” the man smiled. “I’d like to speak to you for a moment. Can we?”

“Of course, make yourself home. I’ve been spending so much time in this hospital lately, that soon the ward will have my name on it.”

“I’m glad to see you doing so well. I’d never forgive myself if something had happened to you.”

“Neither would I,” Mona continued to crack jokes. “Or my mom.”

“I’m pretty sure of it, she seemed furious when she saw me outside,” Detective Wheeler let out a small laugh. “Anyways, there’s something that brought me here today…”

From the pocket of his jacket, he pulled a black velvet box, containing a medal.

“In the name of LAPD, I’d like to offer you this medal. A reward for your bravery and hard work.”

“Wait…” Mona grinned. “The police is giving me a medal?! This is the craziest day ever!”

She couldn’t stop laughing for two minutes straight. That had to be a joke.

“There’s more,” Detective Wheeler announced. “You’re allowed to have your driver license again, and the University is offering you a full-scholarship.”

“Oh. This is… too good to be true.”

“But it is true, Mona,” Allison encouraged her. “Come on, you deserve it. You were so committed with the investigation and your studies.”

“Allison, you’re making me blush. And you know how I feel about it.”

“So,” Mr. Wheeler told. “They’re even offering you a dorm room. But if you want to keep staying in our house, you’re welcome.”

“About that,” Allison cleared her throat, interrupting the conversation. “Dad, my apartment is ready. Mona and I have been talking… we’re gonna live together.”

“It’s certainly a big step. Are you both ready for this?”

“Yes,” Mona found the moment to be appropriate for the question. “Actually, Detective, there’s something I need to ask you. Would you give me permission to ask Allison to be my girlfriend?”

Mr. Wheeler stared at her for a moment and sighed.

“Would it stop you if I said 'no’?”

“Definitely not.”

He approached Mona and tapped her shoulder.

“I learned a lot in the last few months. Especially that people are not what they seem. Despite your history, your attitude, you have a good heart,” he spoke softly. “You saved my Allison more than once, you were there for her when I couldn’t be and you’ve been working hard to restart your life. Of course you have my permission.”

Mona looked at Allison expectantly.

“So gorgeous, what do you say? You have the final word.”

Allison didn’t think twice before taking Mona for a long and passionate kiss.

“Is that 'yes’?” She asked when they parted.

“It’s more than that,” Allison pressed her forehead on hers. “It’s a 'hell yes’!”

———-

2 weeks later…

“Home sweet home,” Allison said as she opened her apartment door for the first time, since it was fully furnished and ready to live. She and Mona chose every detail together, from the furniture to the decoration. Allison saved a place for a mural of pictures, containing only her most prized memories, especially her Prom night.

“Wait,” before she stepped inside, Mona stopped her. “There’s one thing missing.”

“What is it?”

“This,” Mona took her in her arms, carrying her inside. “Gotta stick to the tradition.”

As she was back on the floor, Allison pressed her lips on hers, before throwing herself on the couch, still a little bit exhausted.

“God, this was so expensive. But it’s so amazingly comfortable.”

“Perks of having an absent father trying to make it up for the lost time.”

“Come on,” Allison smiled. “He isn’t that bad. We’re totally inviting him for our celebration.”

“No way in hell,” Mona protested.

“Too late, I already did.”

“I knew it. He has been spending too much time around you and your dad. He’s charming you with his manipulative skills.”

“Well, and your mom too,” Allison added, raising her eyebrows suggestively. “He got her an apartment so she could stay in LA, a new and better job…”

“Only if she’s stupid,” Mona scowled in disapproval.

Attempting to make that frowned face go away, Allison placed a kiss on Mona’s cheek. Then, she climbed on top of her body, straddling her.

“So… we have a few hours until our party,” she whispered in Mona’s ear, finishing with a small bite on her earlobe. “What part of this apartment you’d like to explore first?”

Mona’s expression quickly softened.

“Let me see…” she opened a sly grin, “the bed, then the shower, then… the bed again, maybe.”

“It’s my turn to give you a reward.”

“Really? I’m starting to like this good girl life.”

“Wait here for a second,” Allison brushed her lips on Mona’s, before heading to the bedroom. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

After preparing herself for the moment, Allison called her. Mona entered the room, looking for her, while she hid herself in a corner, waiting to surprise her.

“Where are…” Mona looked around, searching. “Oh.”

She finally found her. Allison was wearing a special underwear she was saving for their special celebration.

“T-This is… wow.”

“I assume 'wow’ means that you liked it?” Allison locked her arms around Mona’s neck.

“Who wouldn’t?” Mona’s fingers softly traced the side of her body, raising shivers. “Am I supposed to take this off?”

“No,” Allison playfully pushed Mona onto the bed, where she straddled her again. “I’m going to undress you first.”

She slowly took off Mona’s jacket, then her shirt. Through her exposed abdomen, Allison placed a trail of soft kisses on her skin.

“Good, Allison…” Mona moaned. “Now, kiss my neck.”

“Not yet,” Allison silenced her with her with her index finger, before meeting her mouth with an insatiable hunger. Their tongues fiercely moving together.

Allison lowered herself, teasingly taking off Mona’s pants and kissing the way up to her inner tights. She stopped again.

“Where’s my reward?” Mona complained. “You’re only teasing me and it’s not fair.”

“Patience.”

Allison’s hands continued to caress Mona’s soft skin, while she ground down her hips to met hers, building some friction. Mona placed her hands on her waist, trying to increase the pressure.

“No,” between some gasps, Allison pushed her hands away. “Hands above your head.”

“Since when you started giving orders?” Mona raised her eyebrows, surprised.

“Since now.”

Mona winced, but obeyed. Allison’s mouth was on hers again, while her hands finally traveled to where Mona wanted her the most.

“Okay, now it’s good…” Mona moaned against Allison’s mouth. “Just keep it going.”

Allison increased the speed of her fingers, Mona lost herself in pleasure, burying her face on her neck and retributing with small, soft bites.

“You… still… drive me… completely freaking… crazy.” Mona said, as Allison laid by her side, their bodies entwined.

“You still drive me completely freaking crazy too, Mona. I could… I could do this all day.”

Mona sat down, facing her with a seductive smirk.

“You’ve been a good girl, helping me with the investigation, kicking Griffin ass…” her hands stroked the curves of Allison’s body. “I suppose you deserve a reward too, dontcha think?”

“Well, if you say so.”

Many turns later, Allison was spooning with Mona in bed, completely silent. Nothing could be so good as feeling the warmness of her body around hers, knowing they were finally happy and safe. Free to enjoy each other’s company as they desired.

Mona was rubbing her back with the tip of her fingers. She started playfully drawing shapes for Allison to guess… a dice, a car wheel… Then she wrote three words. Words Allison could easily recognize.

“I love you too, Mona,” she smiled.

“You got that right, babe.”

“My turn,” Allison asked Mona to turn around and she started writing and drawing some stuff. She wrote something in French, not sure if she’d be able to guess it. “Can you guess this one?”

Mona was thoughtful for a moment before answering:

“I feel safe with you too.”

“You’re so good at it!” Allison gave Mona her back again. “Let’s do it again!”

This time, Mona wrote something in Arabic.

“Okay, you’ve got me now. I don’t know this one.”

“Too bad, gorgeous. It seems like I’ve won this game.”

“I’ll have to convince you to tell me then,” Allison cupped Mona’s face in her hands, teasing her with a passionate kiss.

“I’m such a fool for you,” Mona whispered in her ear. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, this is what it means.”

“This is so sweet! Me too, but… our party is about to start. We need to shower, get dressed…”

“Can’t we just cancel it?” Mona rolled her eyes and threw her head in the pillow.

“Now we have all the time in the world to spend our lives together,” Allison squeezed her hand. “We can continue this later.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” Mona smiled.

———-

9 months later…

Mona patiently waited for her turn on the line. Unlike the other students, she was calm and assured of herself. The rest of her year in University had gone smooth. Piece of cake. The teachers loved her and her classmates no longer looked at her as a radioactive hazard. They’d often ask for her help in their studies, invite her for lunch and even compliment her car.

Her turn arrived, she examined the paper hanging on the wall. Another A+. One more for the collection. That Business major would help her to succeed running dad’s dealership, while she could also test a bunch of new car models.

“How do you even do that?” A male voice whined, right beside her.

“Because I’m awesome, Leon,” she grinned.

“You finished the year as the #1 in all your classes, Brian is the new star of the football team… And me…”

“Come on, I’ve helped you to recruit some people to your Dungeons & Dragons club. Next year you’ll even be able to enter a championship.”

“I’m gonna miss you guys this Summer,” he lamented, carrying his bags, ready to go home.

“Never thought I’d say that, but me too.”

In the parking lot, Allison was already waiting for her. Her Yottsume Halberdier was filled with their bags and supplies for the road trip to East Coast. They had a few weeks off, before Allison started working as coroner for the LAPD. Mr. Wheeler couldn’t be more proud of his little girl.

“How did my favorite nerd do in her last exam?” Allison asked, wrapping her arms around Mona’s neck.

“Perfect, as always,” Mona lifted her up, placing her seat on the car’s hood.

“Did you know you get really hot when you’re feeling all cocky and victorious?”

“You mean, even hotter than usual?!”

After sharing a quick kiss, Allison grabbed a folded paper from her pocket.

"So any destinations you’d like to add to our list? There’s the casinos in Vegas, the Grand Canyon, the Nascar Hall Of Fame, your hometown…”

"There’s one actually,” after being pensive for a brief moment, Mona took the paper, adding a new destination. Allison read it.

“Is that where…” she asked.

“It’s what Vaughn told me.”

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Yeah, I can’t wait to ride with those losers one last time. For the old times’ sake.”

Together, they entered the car and started driving to the long road ahead of them.

#ride or die #mona #rod mona #mona x mc #playchoices #choices stories you play #ride or die fanfiction

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annabelleswife · 5 years ago

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alright, I’ve been a little inactive over here (I work insanely long hours at the moment so I usually just pass out exhausted as soon as I get home lol) but I’m gonna share some #opinions now on some currently releasing books I’ve been playing.

Bachelorette Party - god-tier. every single week it delivers. nothing PB has ever done or will ever do will ever even come CLOSE to comparing. it’s all downhill from here. seriously. Aisha? top 5 LI’s, possibly even top 3. I forget Ash and Reed even exist until they show up again, which is perfect in my book lmao. it’s just so great. can’t wait to dropkick Skip into the sun and ride off with my girls into the Vegas sunset.

Platinum - honestly, not that sad to see it go? the ‘quality’ dipped a lot towards the end with the whole blaming everything on Ellis thing when I don’t personally feel like he did anything wrong and in fact was trying to help MC launch her career as she agreed to do when she signed her contract without properly reading it and having no choice but to ruin Jaylen’s performance regardless of whether you had been trying to rival with her or not. Avery was cute and all, but the romance was pretty blah. she didn’t have much of a personality. Raleigh would’ve probably been the better choice I guess, but still seemed a bit lacking when compared to other Choices books. overall, it was solidly okay. not god-tier or great. okay. I might even play it again one day in the future to romance Raleigh, but for now I’m just kinda meh about it being a solo book.

Mother of the Year - better than I thought it’d be?? I don’t love being emotionally manipulated into buying things for my kid nor do I love being narratively pushed towards romancing Thomas, but it’s interesting. I hope we can genuinely befriend Faye though and not automatically HAVE to hate her for the crime of being with Guy. she seems nice and not like she’s intentionally trying to step on our toes or anything like that. I just have a feeling knowing PB that we’ll basically be forced into a bad relationship with her when really our issues are with Guy, not her. he’s a piece of shit. I’m very torn between Levi and Eiko at this point, no idea who I’m going to choose by the end of it. kinda wish Vanessa was an option tbh.

Red Carpet Diaries - it’s bad. it’s bad. I’m unfortunately going to keep playing it, but just know that I hate it and I’m only stubbornly sticking around to marry Victoria and hang out with my actual friends Teja, Seth, and Matt, not that fucking creepy stalker 50 year old boss of mine who just won’t leave me alone.

Walker Ranch Royal Heir - 😴

America’s Most Eligible - who asked! who fucking asked! this book is so stupid, I don’t even think I can stomach playing it for my wife. I’m so sorry Mackenzie, but I can’t do it. I can’t look at Adam and Derek’s dumb faces anymore. I can’t stand to be against Vince and Ivy anymore. I can’t stand all the contestants returning. I can’t stand looking at Bianca knowing damn good and well she should be my wife but PB is a bunch of cowards who refused to make her a proper LI. I can’t stand not understanding how this stupid show is supposed to even work when they could’ve easily just ripped off Bachelor in Paradise and been done with it.

#i think this is it???? i dropped sunkissed a long ass time ago (r.i.p. eliana i want to kiss you but you deserve a better book)

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crazy-loca-blog · 5 years ago

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Personal thoughts on Red Carpet Diaries, Book 3, Ch. 10

Note: As the title says, these are just personal opinions on Choices books and chapters. Of course, you may agree or disagree with them, I only use this platform to express my thoughts on what I read every week and what I’d like to see in the next chapters, because none of my friends play Choices so I have no one to comment the books with.

Can I just punch everyone? Seriously… can these people be a little bit thankful? Yeah… I am mad! Like super mad!

In every story, our MC is like the glue that keeps our gang together. But these guys are making things impossible… all of them! If my MC were a real person, I would definitely tell her “do you want to have some peace of mind? Then pack your stuff, dump your fiancé and get out of there… if Priyanka Chopra was able to go from Bollywood to Hollywood, you can still make your path the other way around”.

I thought this chapter was going to be a “magical” one… just like Enchantland. I even have to admit that when I was reading the chapter for the first time, at some point I said to myself “this is actually nice, it reminds me of the good old times where we just had fun with all our friends”. Everything seemed perfect… we had time with each and every one of our friends, we got some time alone with our LI (I gave up on the wedding planning thing, so I didn’t care they didn’t say a word about the wedding… again), we didn’t even remember our stalker, and our MC returned home more than happy.

BUT… BUT…

What was that group chat, guys?!?!?! It seriously killed my mood for the rest of the chapter! After seeing everyone so unhappy after having such a good time in Enchantland, I got mad. Can these people be grateful at least once in their lives?

Despite this post-Enchantland “issue”, there are two things I can’t skip because they gave me some vibes. We got to talk to Teja (again) about the problems in the movie. Am I the only one who thinks that Teja is definitely not taking things seriously? I really have this feeling that if things don’t improve in the next few chapters, our MC will end up losing her temper and she’ll probably give Teja some ultimatum. We also had a chance to give Thomas an idea to make a horror movie… and I kinda liked his reaction, even though I still think he’ll end up saving Ninradell… maybe horror movies will help him leave that block behind?

Good things about this chapter, besides Enchantland? The scene with Addison. This is probably the first time in the whole book that I feel PB did the right thing regarding our wedding. She was perfect to help us pick some lingerie (it’s like you can’t do that with Chazz, Teja, Victoria or Ella), and I really hope to see her when choosing the dress as well, because… of course… she knows her stuff! But showing it to the press was a little bit too much for me, I couldn’t care less about not getting those press points.

I’m so not ready to read the next chapter… can I take my Matt with me to that Supercon? I need some moral support! Having to deal with Teja, Seth, and Marianne for a full chapter seems exhausting even before reading it. I know there are people who are engaged to Teja and Seth, and I’m really sorry guys because I try to be as tolerant as possible with all the LIs but I gave up on trying to make them get along on set. Dumb decisions have consequences, MC!

#playchoices #choices stories you play #red carpet diaries #choices RCD #choices rcd3 #RCD #rcd3 #jessica clark #matt rodriguez #Thomas Hunt #victoria fontaine #seth levine #teja desai #chazz javellana #matt rodriguez x mc #victoria fontaine x mc #Thomas Hunt x MC #seth levine x mc #teja desai x mc

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aurorabayrpg · 9 months ago

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#aurorabay.accepted #oc rp #town rp #group rp #appless rp #city rp

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yesvac · 6 years ago

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back 2 san jose island

no meme here is my lesbian play for anyone interested let me know what u think : ) also when i paste onto tumblr it may fuck up the formatting but i promise i formatted it correctly in docs.

warning: lol (lots of lesbians) also this is zombie apocalypse

Back to San Jose Island

SETTING

Post-nuclear apocalypse life in Texas, USA: now “Tejas.” The sun beats down heavily and the dust settles in every corner. There are walls around each human settlement made from wood, tires, and junk metal. Every character is dirty and rough around the edges.

CHARACTERS

ZOEY: A small and fiery young adult with a habitual tendency to pills and other drugs. When she isn’t high, she’s confrontational, witty, sarcastic, and good with her hands. To make money, she crafts weapons. Her manner is usually humorous, even in dangerous situations.

ALEX: An apocalypse assassin with a mysterious and unreadable disposition. She is ambitious, impersonal, and unemotional. She rarely jokes or displays any personal thoughts or emotions, and kills without mercy. She is on the hunt for the cure to the zombie virus plaguing her time.

WILLIE: Zoey’s best friend, and drug dealer. During the day, he runs an odds-and-ends shop in his village, but he sells drugs under the table to an assortment of customers including Zoey. His disposition is hunched and generally nervous. He is too afraid to arm himself, even if he has the ability to. He rarely leaves the walls of his town. He wears denim and layers of flannel.

SCENE ONE

Downtown in a post-apocalyptic village by the name of SAN MARCOS. It’s near-sunset, almost dark, and the decent folk have their children and themselves inside. In the apocalypse, lawlessness reins; as nighttime falls, we hear music from bars get louder, and the daytime businesses close up. ZOEY enters through the front gate, armed with a postapocalypse-urban leather jacket and several knives; she’s not from here. As she walks towards the downtown area with the shops and bars, she hears a bang from inside a business, and a crash.

ZOEY

Wha- HEY!

As a gunshot explodes, ZOEY ducks down and covers her head with her arms. She looks terrified, and then angry.

Willie, I swear to fuck if you’re shooting at me, I’m gonna be really mad.

She rolls her eyes, and then sneaks from her crouching position to open the front door of the business. It unlocks with a click, and we see WILLIE and ALEX.

ALEX, strong, muscular, and survivor-esque, is holding a pistol with her right hand, pointed directly at ZOEY’s face. In her left, she has WILLIE in a stronghold with a serrated machete pressed to his throat. WILLIE, a coward, looks confused and terrified.

ZOEY

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, alright? I’m chill. So is Willie. So why do you have my friend in a headlock?

ALEX’s face is cold and hard. She looks at ZOEY, assessing her.

ALEX

Not for any reason you’d have to worry about. So I suggest you turn around and leave.

ZOEY

No can do, my friend. Your name is…? Or is that another thing I’m not allowed to know?

ZOEY cocks her head to the side. She’s ballsy. ALEX isn’t impressed.

ALEX

I could kill you with one shot. It’d be clean and quick.

WILLIE whimpers in fear. ALEX tightens her hold on him.

ZOEY

Then do it. What’s stopping you?

ALEX narrows her eyes.

ALEX

What’s stopping me... is that’s what you want. I’m not wasting a bullet to fund your suicide.

ZOEY

I’m offended! Why, even turned on!

ALEX’s expression goes from controlled to confused and rigid. She obviously was not expecting that. She attempts to hide her embarrassment.

ALEX

empathetic

Please, just leave. It’ll make it easier for everyone.

then, firm

I’m serious.

ZOEY

I’m not leaving. But the first thing you can do is let Willie go. He’s not a threat. When we were six, he cried because a butterfly landed on his nose. Just let him go.

ALEX thinks for a moment, and then loosens her hold on WILLIE. He sputters, dropping to the floor and scrambling away from ALEX, towards ZOEY. ALEX’s other hand goes to her gun, which she continues to point between ZOEY’s eyes.

ALEX

Fine. Whatever. But I’m not leaving here until I get the information I need. And I have no reservations about killing either of you to get what I want.

ZOEY

Okay, we get it, you’re a ruthless murderer. What is it that you need so you can go the fuck away?

ALEX

Your friend here. He sells goods.

ZOEY smirks. WILLIE is looking at his feet, still sitting on the floor, barely together.

ZOEY

I’m aware. He’s a damn good dealer. Got the best prices in town.

ALEX

I get it. He sells drugs under the table. It’s pretty obvious. I don’t care about that. But the suppliers for drugs are the same guys who make what I need.

ZOEY

And what is that, exactly?

ALEX

You wouldn’t understand.

The two women are slowly becoming more confrontational. ZOEY, a bold and fiery survivor, is becoming more fearless, even with the barrel of ALEX’s gun pressed to her forehead. She howls out in sarcastic laughter when ALEX says this.

ZOEY

Why? Because I’m a scavenger and you’re some type of big shot? What do you do for a living, miss? Paid-by-the-hour Debby Downer? Professional asshole?

ALEX holsters her gun, sighing, and rolling her eyes, obviously frustrated with the situation.

ALEX

It’s a scientific development not revealed to the public. It’s not something most could understand. Even me.

WILLIE

shakily

I told you, I don’t know where it is, or what it is for that matter.

ALEX

That doesn’t help me at all. Just help me and we can be through with this. Nobody has to get hurt.

WILLIE

stuttering

I can tell you my supplier’s name. But if I do you can’t tell him it’s me -- if I loose this avenue of work-- I could--

ALEX

I decide that, kid, not you. Tell me the name.

WILLIE

His name-- his name is Dustin Bigg. Goes by Dusty. He has bigger connections than I even know. He’s not at this compound. It’s about a 3 hour drive south of here. In a compound called Wholesale, on San Jose Island.

ALEX thinks for a moment, nods in WILLIE’s direction, and turns to ZOEY.

ALEX

Don’t follow me.

She walks out, the shop bell ringing as the door closes behind her. WILLIE breathes a sigh of relief.

ZOEY

What the fuck was that about?

WILLIE

I’m not sure, really. Not sure why she came to me, anyway. But when she first got here, she was yammering about something about a cure.

ZOEY

A cure? Really? She’s one of those nutjobs?

WILLIE

I guess so. Fuck. I really hope she doesn’t kill my supplier. If I was cut off I’d… I’d…

WILLIE is clearly very stressed. He’s a bit less anxious as when ALEX was in his store, but he still runs his hands through his hair, and his face is soaked in sweat.

ZOEY

Listen, Willie. Did you get her name?

WILLIE

Why does it matter? Why’d you come here anyway?

ZOEY

I was hoping you could, y’know, set me up.

WILLIE looks off into the distance for a moment, in thought.

WILLIE

I don’t feel very good about this.

ZOEY

What?

WILLIE

Well… you know...

ZOEY

I don’t.

WILLIE

Your problem.

ZOEY

With increasing anger

I don’t have a problem, Willie. I just saved your life and now you don’t want to sell me drugs? What about selling more to support your family, eh?

WILLIE

I know, Zoey. Settle down. C’mon.

WILLIE is scared of ZOEY. It makes sense - she is very confrontational, and not afraid of anything. WILLIE’s afraid of everything. He ducks behind the front counter and emerges with a box of powders in different colors.

ZOEY

Three, please, of these. And one of those. Thanks.

ZOEY hands him money, and he stows it away. ZOEY puts the drugs into a pocket in her bag.

ZOEY

I think I’m gonna go after her. Did you catch her name?

WILLIE

Are you crazy? She almost killed us!

ZOEY

No, she didn’t. She pointed a gun at me and put a knife against your throat. She didn’t have an intent to kill that entire time. It was hilarious.

WILLIE

under his breath

You’re so strange.

ZOEY

A name, Willie?

WILLIE

I think I caught it when she was looking through her belongings in her bag. I think her name is Alex.

ZOEY

Alex.

ZOEY nods at WILLIE, smiles, and heads out of the shop. The bell dings behind her. WILLIE sighs, and slumps against his counter in exhaustion.

As soon as ZOEY leaves, she spots a car parked nearby. The windows are open and playing jazz. It’s dark outside, and the sky is clear. ALEX sits on her car hood, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the stars. ZOEY approaches the car slowly.

ZOEY

Boo!

ALEX doesn’t flinch.

ALEX

Hi. (beat) I think I told you not to follow me?

ZOEY

Yeah, but how could I resist? You, just sitting here, smoking a pack of Marlboros. It’s like all my teenage lesbian dreams at once.

Another moment of embarrassed awkwardness. ALEX doesn’t know how to respond to ZOEY’s flirting - but it doesn’t bother ZOEY.

Can I sit with you?

ALEX

No.

ZOEY

Okay.

ZOEY sits down on the concrete nearby ALEX’s car, and pulls out her own thing to smoke - a marijuana joint. She pulls out a black lighter and lights up, taking a breath in and holding it before blowing it out towards the sky. ALEX watches her smoke.

ALEX

Why are you still here?

ZOEY

I don’t know, Alex.

ALEX’s eyebrows furrow.

ALEX

How did you-

ZOEY

It doesn’t matter. Do you want to hit this?

ALEX looks confused, but nods, and gestures of ZOEY to climb onto the car hood with her. They sit next to each other, and ZOEY hands ALEX the joint to smoke. ALEX coughs a bit; ZOEY smiles.

ALEX

I know your name too, you know. Zoey.

ZOEY

I’m flattered.

ALEX

I needed to know how to manipulate Willie. You were just on a list of possible ins.

ZOEY

Not so flattered anymore. Hey, listen, why is this thing-- why is it so important to you?

ALEX gets a look on her face like she’s fixated on something in the distance.

ALEX

It’s not just important to me, Zoey. It’s important for all of us. For the whole world.

ZOEY’s eyes narrow.

ZOEY

What, you’re gonna save the world, or something?

ALEX

It’s not that simple - easier said than done, as always. But that’s the goal.

ZOEY

Holier-than-thou bullshit.

ALEX

Excuse me?

ZOEY

There’s always people who say they’re so close to finding the cure. That there’s a group, or a compound, or a state out there with a vaccination. A medical procedure that’s going to help. Some sort of herbal concoction of ancient medicine that grants immunity. Some far-off procedure to make the dead once again living. A modern medicine that will make walkers not walk anymore. But they’re all bullshit.

The two girls are quiet for a moment. ZOEY continues to smoke.

ALEX

That’s a generalization. (beat) Don’t you want to have hope for the future?

ZOEY

Sure. Doesn’t everyone? But I’m not going to put my faith into every medical miracle I hear about.

ALEX

Suit yourself. I want to-- no, need to be a part of something that is bigger than myself. I need to help.

ZOEY

And helping is pressing a knife to my friend’s throat to get him to tell you the name of his superiors?

ALEX

Is that what this is about? Geez, I barely even roughed him up.

ZOEY

What this is about is: I want to know why you have so much faith in finding a cure. Are you just naive and stupid, or are the people you work for- are they the real deal?

ALEX

First off. I don’t work for anyone. I’m solo. Keeps things simpler. And the trail I’m following -- I think -- could be a lead to curing undeath.

ZOEY

I want to join you.

ALEX

No.

ZOEY

Come on. You didn’t even think about it.

ALEX

I have been thinking about it ever since you entered Willie’s shop. It’s clear that you’re itching to do something, to latch onto anything. I knew you were going to ask me. I was waiting for you.

ZOEY

Don’t give yourself too much credit. I’m not exactly subtle. (beat) Why not?

ALEX

You’d be a liability. I like working alone. I’m not good with people. You’re probably not properly trained. You could die. You could turn against me and kill me in my sleep. There’s a lot of reasons why.

ZOEY

But I bet you want to.

ALEX’s lip quivers. She looks away.

Right? There’s no other reason why you would have waited for me. Just to tell me off? I don’t think so. To give me another chance to talk to you. To convince you.

ALEX

Do you have family?

ZOEY

No.

ALEX

Okay. Let’s go.

ZOEY breaks out in a smile, one that ALEX finds indecent. ALEX throws her lit cigarette onto the pavement and gets into her car, turning it on. ZOEY celebrates her victory with a grin and a personal congratulatory motion before getting into the passengers seat. The car backs out and begins to drive out of the gates of the small town and into the open roads.

SCENE TWO

ALEX’s car. ALEX has been driving for a while, and kills the motor by turning her keys. She then turns to face ZOEY, which, to her surprise, has fallen asleep in the passenger’s seat.

ALEX

Quietly, to herself

Shit. Should I wake her up?

ALEX reaches over tentatively to touch ZOEY’s arm, and ZOEY, in her sleep, lets out a snore. ALEX laughs and smiles to herself, shaking her head.

I’ll just give her a second.

After cranking down her window, ALEX pulls out a pack of cigarettes, and takes a cigarette out. She lights it easily with practiced fingers and a black lighter. She inhales and exhales, staring into the distance. After a minute, ZOEY wakes up, crinkling her nose.

ALEX

Awake?

ZOEY

Yeah, thanks to your iron lungs.

ALEX

Want a smoke?

ZOEY

No thank you.

ZOEY yawns.

Where are we?

ALEX

We left from Rio Vista about a couple hours ago. I’m not sure when you fell asleep. It’s pretty late, so I pulled over outside a smaller settlement.

ZOEY

And where are we going again? You know, security of self, and all?

ALEX

Rolling her eyes

You’re secure. But fine. We’re on our way to San Jose island.

ZOEY

I think I remember that name. But before the outbreak - it wasn’t somewhere people lived, right?

ALEX

Correct.

ZOEY

Then why do you need to go there? Aren’t you looking for someone?

ALEX

There weren’t people there before the outbreak. But there are now. Like Willie said - a settlement called Wholesale. And there are also several plants and animals native to just that island that will help in the search for a cure. Ingredients that can be used for medical experimentation.

ZOEY

Wow, you’re a nerd. Okay. San Jose Island. How far away is that from here, exactly?

ALEX

It’ll be another 2 hours on the road, and a little boat ride. Unless you want to swim.

ZOEY

I loved swimming before the outbreak, actually.

ALEX smiles in a sad way. You can tell she misses “before the outbreak” life.

ALEX

Me too.

ZOEY

What were you like, before?

ALEX

Why do you need to know?

ZOEY

C’mon. You let me come with you. Humor me.

ALEX

Well…

A VISION OF THE PAST. In front of the parked car, we see a young child version of ALEX walk gracefully to front center stage. She is wearing flowy clothing.

I used to love to dance.

Light, jovial string music begins to play, and PAST ALEX dances in a graceful ballerina style along with it.

ZOEY

You don’t dance anymore?

PAST ALEX dances off of the stage and the music fades out. ALEX’s face darkens.

ALEX

What’s the point? Dancing doesn’t help anyone.

ZOEY

But it made you happy, right?

ALEX

Zoey, leave it.

ZOEY

I’m just saying… even though the world sucks, you still have to do things for yourself sometimes, right? I don’t know… maybe you’d be happier if you did.

ALEX

There really isn’t time for me to be putting aside for plies, Zoey.

ZOEY

Alright, alright. So what’s the plan?

ALEX

We’re parked just outside Big Bend. It’s a smaller settlement. I think we could probably find someplace to sleep there.

ZOEY

Sounds good to me.

The two girls exit ALEX’s car and walk to the gates of the settlement. A man in various metal and leather armor greets them, eyeing them suspiciously.

GUARD

Who are you?

ALEX

We’re just travellers. Hoping to stay the night.

GUARD

Your car - it caught the attention of the herd. They’re coming near here. Know how to fight?

ALEX

Sure.

ZOEY makes a face. She’s not so sure.

GUARD

Okay. If you can help me fight ‘em off, you’ve got a room for the night.

ZOEY

We can’t just, I don’t know, go inside?

GUARD

Not exactly. They’d be clawing at the walls, and our defenses aren’t the best they’ve ever been.

ALEX pulls out a large combat knife from her belt-holster and holds it at the ready. ZOEY, realizing that this is happening (whether she likes it or not), pulls a machete from her cross-body strap holster.

GUARD

They’re coming.

A group of 4 zombies clamber onstage, towards our main characters. Silently, ALEX lunges forward and plants the blade of her knife in the nearest zombie, forcing it to the ground and pulling out her knife. For good measure, she stomps on its head as she moves forward to perform the same procedure on the next one. The guard smashes one walker’s head against the walls of the compound, and ZOEY stabs the last one in the chest with her machete. It gets stuck, the walker still growling and struggling to bite her, and she yells for help. ALEX appears heroically, and stabs the walker bluntly in its cranium.

ZOEY

out of breath, filled with adrenaline

Thanks.

ALEX nods. She is still impersonal. They fight off the next 3 walkers that come near the walls.

GUARD

I think that’s the worst of it. I could get the rest of them. Thanks - y’all aren’t half bad.

ZOEY

smiling

It’s all her.

The guard calls up to another guard elevated in a watcher position, and the gate to the compound opens. BIG BEND. It is a smaller compound, and the girls catch it in the dead of the night. Almost everyone is asleep, and the buildings are quiet. The one building that seems lively is the bar of the town, with music playing from inside, and the lights are still lit.

GUARD

Second house on the left. My wife and I live there. We have a room for you two to stay in.

ALEX

Thank you. I appreciate it.

The gate closes, and the girls walk inside.

ZOEY

It’s kind of nice, isn’t it?

ALEX

No nicer than the other dozens of compounds around Tejas. Why?

ZOEY

I don’t know. Look at the flowerbeds. It seems like life here is slower.

ALEX

It’s… nice, I guess. Just not exactly what I’m looking for.

ALEX yawns.

Let’s get to that room.

ZOEY

Sure.

They walk silently to the house that the guard has indicated, and ALEX knocks three raps on the brightly painted front door. There is silence in response, and then some rustling inside. The door opens a crack, and the girls are met with an adolescent teenage boy in pajamas. He peers at them strangely. It seems like he has just woken up.

ALEX

Um- hi, there. We’re travellers. The guard at the gate told us we could stay in a room here.

BOY

Oh. Sure. That was my dad. Come in, I’ll show you.

The house is nicely decorated with knick-knacks of the past world covering each surface. There are garden gnomes, pottery, glass animals, carved woods, framed pictures, and other worn odds-and-ends. Also, there are some mounted heads of animals, indicating successful hunting. ZOEY looks around in wonder and amazement. She has never seen a home like this.

The boy brings them up a set of stairs to a room and opens the door to the bedroom. We see that it only has one bed. The room is tiny, and there isn’t much floor space - but the bed is big enough for two people.

ALEX

Oh.

ALEX shifts uncomfortably.

Is there another mattress anywhere?

BOY

No. Sorry, miss… Goodnight.

The boy exits, closing the door behind him, and ALEX and ZOEY are left alone again. They both look like they’re not sure what to do. The awkwardness in the air is palpable.

ZOEY

Well, I guess we should start getting ready for bed.

ALEX

Zoey, I can’t.

ZOEY

Can’t what?

ALEX

Um…

ALEX looks over to the bed, and back at ZOEY.

ZOEY

Oh, come on. Get over yourself. You say “I’m the smartest person you’ll ever meet” but you can’t even share a bed with someone?

ALEX

Shut the fuck up. I’m just saying. I don’t want to… you know, cross any boundaries.

ZOEY

Well, you’re welcome to sleep on the floor - be my guest. But there’s a bed, and I’m tired. So I’m sleeping on it.

There is a bit of tenseness in the room that isn’t direct, but awkward. ALEX begins to take off her equipment, including holsters and knives and guns, and arranges them neatly on the dresser opposite to the bed.

ALEX

I’m… I’m sorry. I’ll sleep in the bed.

ZOEY

You don’t have to be sorry. It’s okay.

ZOEY strips off her outerwear, including her shirt and pants with no regard to the other girl in the room. ALEX immediately blushes, averting her eyes. ZOEY yawns, and burrows into the blankets on the bed. ALEX, with her outerwear still on, tentatively pulls back the blankets to get under them.

Are you going to wear your jacket to bed?

ALEX

I’m… I… I think so.

ZOEY

Okay.

ALEX reaches over to the nightstand and extinguishes the lantern providing the room with light. She lays back into the bed, staring at the ceiling.

ALEX

Zoey?

ZOEY

Yeah?

ALEX

Goodnight.

ZOEY

Night, Alex.

SCENE 3

THE NEXT MORNING, the BIG BEND GUEST BEDROOM. Through the window shines a morning light. ALEX wakes up first, and finds through wary eyes that she took off her jacket in the night, now only wearing a worn cutoff black t-shirt and pants. She and ZOEY are accidentally intertwined, and it makes ALEX blush severely, quickly retracting her hands from their place around ZOEY’s waist. She shakes her head, and begins to redress, but ZOEY wakes up.

ZOEY

Ugh. It feels so early.

ALEX

Do you sleep ‘till noon every day? God, I wish I was as careless as you.

ZOEY

Hey, back off. For real though, I slept well last night.

ALEX blushes again, turning away as ZOEY gets out of bed. In the morning light, ZOEY is beautiful: medium-dark skin in a worn set of underwear, sleepy eyes and messy, dark hair. It is impossible for ALEX to look at her. ZOEY begins to redress.

ALEX

Yeah. Me too.

ZOEY

What’s on the schedule for today?

ALEX

I think we can get there today. Just a couple more hours of driving. And then we find Dusty Biggs.

ZOEY

Know anything about Dusty before Willie told you about him?

ALEX

Oh yeah. Plenty. He’s a big name in medicine and drugs. Kind of a druggie himself.

ZOEY

Sounds like a criminal I could chill with.

ALEX

Really?

ZOEY

What! I like junkies! They’re relatable.

ALEX

This junkie’s a bad guy. He likes to do hard drug experiments on people. It’s… not fun stuff.

ZOEY

Experiments?

ALEX

You don’t want to know. Let’s go.

The two exit the GUEST BEDROOM, and appear downtown BIG BEND. People walk and chat, mostly gathering around dining area of the compound, having a breakfast with eggs and vegetables. On the way out, ALEX grabs them two water bottles and two protein bars. They exit BIG BEND, entering…

ALEX’s car. As ALEX turns the key and drives away, ZOEY buckles in and leans back. After leaving the compound, ALEX gets onto the road and is freely driving.

ZOEY

Hey, Alex.

ALEX

What?

ZOEY

You’ve been weird since this morning.

ALEX’s eyebrows furrow.

ALEX

What do you mean?

ZOEY

Well, for starters, you won’t look at me. I thought it was maybe exhaustion but I’m more tired than you. So what’s wrong?

ALEX remembers the morning, the way ZOEY looked in the sunlight from the window. She also remembers how warm her arms and torso were from being beside ZOEY in the night.

ALEX

Nothing.

ZOEY

No! Something’s up.

ALEX

outburst

Fine. Fine! I woke up with my arms around you.

Awkward silence.

ZOEY

Well, that’s okay.

ALEX

No, Zoey, it’s…

ZOEY

Alex, why are you acting so weird about it? I think you’re cute. Is there something wrong about that?

ALEX

It’s just…

ZOEY

If you don’t like girls I get it, I just wanted to shoot my shot, y’know--

ALEX

Zoey, I like girls. Shit, I mean, I like you. It’s just weird. Romance. I feel like I’m not… great at it.

ZOEY

Oh. Well that’s silly.

ALEX

Silly?

ZOEY

Yeah. Silly. The world ended 8 years ago. When I was 10, and I bet when you were pretty young, too.

ALEX

I was 11.

ZOEY

We grew up without any guidance on relationships, how to flirt, how to act on your feelings in a healthy way… It makes sense to feel awkward about it.

ALEX

Why don’t you?

ZOEY

Simple lack of shame when I’m around cute girls.

ALEX laughs, but she’s still blushing. She pulls over on the side of the road, and parks the car, killing the ignition. She looks at ZOEY.

ALEX

Last night… It was nice.

ZOEY smiles, a bit sadly. She puts her hand on the side of ALEX’s face, brushing ALEX’s dark hair behind her ear. Their faces are close.

ZOEY

Quietly

Oh, really?

ALEX

Yes.

ZOEY leans forward, her eyes fluttering closed as ALEX’s do at the same time. Their lips connect, A CHASTE KISS, but one that makes ALEX’s whole body quiver and shrink up. They disconnect, and ALEX avoids eye contact, blushing immensely.

ZOEY

You’re adorable.

ALEX

No, you’re--

Suddenly, A WALKER!

It bangs its head against the window on the driver’s side, splattering glass all over ALEX! ZOEY screams, and ALEX’s words fade to a yell as she manuevers to turn on the car. She ignites the engine, and starts to drive, but the walker bangs its head into the window again. ZOEY, yelling, lunges forward with her machete, nailing it in the head and tossing it out the window.

After they get onto open road, ZOEY begins to laugh, manic.

ALEX

What? What, you weirdo?

ZOEY

Between fits of laughter

My- my machete. I left it back there.

ALEX

Why… is that funny?

ZOEY

I don’t know!

ZOEY takes a few breathes, dizzy with laughter.

But aren’t you so happy to be alive?

ALEX smiles.

#my writing

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