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hey guys !! i’m so sorry i’ve been absent for a couple days, things got a little out of my hands with thanksgiving, but i’ll be back around to posting tomorrow !!

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MAY ABBAD.

May simply nodded, arms crossed over her chest as she kept studying her surroundings almost absentmindedly. She might have lived in Portland for over five years now but venturing to the square without a solid plan of action was not something she had done a whole lot; May wasn’t one of those people who enjoyed walking about without a destination or goal in mind. “I think I might have heard something like that before. It’s less fiddly that way, right?” 

for  a  moment,  at  least,  henry  thought  he  might  actually  get  away  with  nodding  and  smiling  as  if  he  completely  understood  what  she  said.  it  used  to  be  a  sore  spot,  not  understanding  certain  english  words  –  especially when  other  kids  made  fun  of  him  for  it.  the  embarrassment  has  long  since  faded;  he’d  been  speaking  english  for  thirty  years,  and  only  atypical  words  tripped  him  up.

unfortunately,  fiddly  was  apparently  one  of  them.  henry’s  smile  slowly  dissolved  into  an  awkward  grimace,  and  he  shook  his  head,  biting  back  the  urge  to  laugh  at  himself.  “ if  i  try  to  lie  about  this,  it’ll  show  on  my  face.  i  have  no  idea  what  fiddly  means. ”

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THOMAS WINSLOW.‌

Thomas was never one to say no to trying new places when it came to food. The feeling of not knowing if something was going to be good or bad always made him nervous, a good type of nervous and he enjoyed it. He had his fair share of bad places but more often, they turned out to be pretty good and right now Henry was absolutely right, though he already knew. “Oh I know. This is is my go to spot after a late night shift,” he said before taking a bite of his torta. “I think I’ve tried most of the items on the menu except tongue meat – can’t get myself to man up for that one.”

henry  grinned  and  laughed,  excited  to  hear  enthusiasm  from  someone  other  than  himself.  he  loved  thomas  for  that  –  a  force  as  positive  if  not  more  so  than  himself.  “ fuck  yeah, ”  he said, bumping  thomas’  arm  with  his  elbow.  “ why  didn’t  i  know  this?  and  more  importantly,  how  have  we  not  crossed  paths  here  before? ”  he  laughed.  without  thinking  twice,  he  took  a  taco  from  the  little  paperboard  food  tray  and  held  it  out  to  his  friend.  “ here.  no  tongue,  i  promise.  grilled  shrimp. ”  

as  a  kid,  even  henry  had  been  skeptical  of  trying  the  more  unordinary  foods  like  tongue  or  stomach  lining  –  but  his  abuela  wouldn’t  stand  for  it.  he  wasn’t  allowed  to  leave  the  dinner  table  until  he  had  eaten  everything  on  his  plate,  and  his  high  energy  made  sure  that  didn’t  last  for  more  than  twenty minutes.  “ listen,  i’m  not  gonna  force  you  to  try  anything  you  don’t  want  to,  but  i  will  say  you’re  missing  out.  you  just  have  to  pretend  it’s  something  else  when  you  take  your  first  bite,  and  then  its  origins  will  be  long  forgotten. ”

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BEATRICE HUNSELL.

Beatrice had been sitting in the main square on a bench for a few hours, simply people watching. She’s not so great with interactions, so one of her favorite things to do is watch other people get to enjoy them. She was actually sitting in this very spot when she had the idea for her first book. She decided to grab some food from the truck right across the way, and heard the man speak to her right after she walked up. Beatrice chuckled slightly at what the man said, nodding. “I don’t know much about hispanic cuisine, but I do know I like food trucks.”

“ don’t  know  much  about  hispanic  cuisine,  huh?  sounds  like  you  need  to  spend  a  weekend  in  san  diego.  a  weekend  is  more  than  enough  to  get  the  gist  of  it.  i  mean,  it’s  mostly  mexican  food,  but  it’s  the  best  place  to  start  besides  mexico  or  south  america, ”  henry  said,  grinning.  portland  had  been his  home  for  far  longer  than  california  ever  was,  but  he  often  missed  the  sun  and  the  food.  his  abuela  insisted  on  staying  in  san  diego,  despite  his  best  efforts  to  convince  her  to  neighbor  him  in  portland.  “ here  are  the  things  you  need  to  know:  green  onion,  tomatillo,  tajin.  the  tajin  is  the  key.  that’s  why  this  place, ”  he  made  a  sweeping  motion  to  the  truck,  “ is  the  best  at  what  they  do.  it’s  also  the  only  place  i’ve  been  able  to  find  elotes  in  maine. ”

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LUCINDA HARTFORD.

what  lucinda  was  doing  with  herself  was  questionable;  even  she  had  wondered.  however,  she  had  been  pushing  herself  to  the  point  of  not  actually  caring  about  saving  anything  around  her.  it  was  clear  that  her  marriage  couldn’t  be  saved  as  her  husband  grew  TIRED  of  her  and  she  wondered  if  she  should  even  fight  for  her  show  considering  its  lack  of  airtime.  midlife  crisis  didn’t  even  BEGIN  to  summarize  what  she  felt  like  she  was  going  through.  there  was  never  any  particular  reason  why  she  was  like  this  and  it  not  only  frustrated  her  but  frustrated  the  people  around  her.  with  no  insight  into  what  she  was  thinking  as  shallow  emotions  were  displayed,  they  had  no  way  of  getting  through  to  her.  lucinda  was  a  washed  up  former  child  star  and  the  way  she  talked  to  people  hadn’t  differed  from  her  glory  days.  the  way  she  turned  to  look  at  the  male  after  his  suggestions  implied  that  he  had  said  something  far  worse  to  her.  “  excuse  me  ?  ”    the  redhead  scoffed.  “  did  you  just  suggest  that  i  get  more  cuisine…  out  of  a  truck  ?  is  this  HELL  ?  ”

henry  stared  at  lucinda  in  surprise  –  less  so  because  of  who  she  was  and  more  so  because  of  her  reaction  to  his  suggestion.  for  someone  who  loved  netflix  ( especially  when he  got  to  borrow  his  friend’s )  he’s  never  been  well  versed  in  tv  personalities  or actors.  far  from  starstruck,  but  absolutely  taken  aback.  the  way  she  looked  at  him  made  him  feel  as  though  he’d  insulted  her  very  existence  –  but  he  managed  a  smile  nonetheless,  hoping  for  a  smooth  recovery.  in  his  line  of  work,  patience  was  a  requirement.  “  food  trucks  get  a  worse  rep  then they  usually  deserve,  ”  he  said  cheerfully.  “  i  mean,  they  have  to  pass  all  kinds  of  rigorous  health  tests.  come  on,  don’t  knock  it  till  you’ve  tried  it.  i’ll  even  buy  the  first  taco,  because  i  can  guarantee  you’ll  want  another. ”

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// me, changing my whole tagging system and theme(s) for the 6th time today?? more likely than you think. i’m finally getting around to my replies so if you’re interested in a starter from HENRY COSTA or my new child SEPTEMBER GRAHAM, go ahead and pop a like on this post & let me know who you want one for or from! if not, i’ll just go random!

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andie broderick.‌

‘   hey,   come   back   here!  ’   andie   shouts   after   the   dog;   sitting   patiently   at   her   side   one   moment,   and   gone   the   next.   the   visibly   excited   malinois   had   taken   off   down   the   road,   bounding   towards   unsuspecting   passersby.   and   though   she   knew   very   well   that   her   dog   was   utterly   harmless   –––   her   rather   intimidating   size   indicated   otherwise   to   those   not   already   acquainted   with    her   antics.   ‘   she’s   friendly,   i   promise!  ’   she   calls   out,   breathless   as   she   attempts   to   catch   up   to   them.

     𝗑.       BOBO  has  always  been  a  social dog  –  since  henry  rescued  him  two  years  ago,  even  professional  trainers  couldn’t  get  him  to  stop  from  saying  hello  to  just  about every  stranger  he  came  across.  it  AMAZED  henry,  how  bobo  could  be  so  happy  despite  everything  he’d  been through.  that  he  could  still  love  people  as  much  as  he  did.  so  henry  is  not  unused  to  feeling  bobo  tugging  at  his  leash  –  but  this  time  it  was  to  try  and  meet  another  dog  halfway.  “  hey  princess !  ”  his  lips  spread  into  a  grin  at  the  sight  of  andie  and  her  malinois.  he  dropped  to  one  knee  and  opened  his  arms  to  the  dog,  bobo  barking  happily  at  his  side.  “  it’s  good  to  see  you  too,  kiddo.  ”  henry  looked  up,  still grinning.  “  always  so  vicious,  ”  he  teased.

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      𝗑.       the  main  square  was  henry’s  favorite  place  to  go  on  his  nights  off  –  it  was   always  bustling  with  people,  smiling  and  laughing  with  family  or  with  friends.  more  often  than  not  he  came  alone,  if  only  to  observe  &  enjoy  a  moment  of  peace.  the  food  trucks were,  of  course,  a  bonus.  “  let me tell you something,  ”  he  said,  and  glanced  to  the  person  beside  him.  “  don’t  listen  to  what  anyone  else  tells  you.  the  best  hispanic  food  you  will  eat  outside  of  abuela’s  is  from  a  food  truck.  that’s  simply  a  fact.  ”   he  leaned  forward  for  the  tacos  being  held  out  for  him,  and  dropped  a handful  of  change  and  singles  into  the  tip  jar  on  the  way.

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alice holloway.‌

“   what’s   the   point   of   assigning   a   book   report   if   these   kids   aren’t   even   going   to   read   the   book   ?   ”   she   spoke   aloud,   to   no   one   in   particular.   she   had   a   stack   of   papers   in   front   of   her   and   the   one  on   stop   was    …    clearly   pure   gibberish.   she   slumped   back   in   her    chair,   tapping   the   red   pen   on   the   table   as   she   watched   the   steam   rise   from   her   coffee.   “   sometimes   i   think   everything   i   say   goes   in   one   kids   ear   and   out   the   other.   ”

     𝗑.       henry  couldn’t  help  but  smile  when  he  heard  alice  lamenting  the  quality  of  her  students’  papers.  she  was  a  cheery  teacher,  and  one  with  better  impulse  control  than  he  ever  had  –  the  nut  he  couldn’t  crack.  “  it  doesn’t  take  a  mind  reader  to  know  that  i  was  not  my  teachers’  favorite  student.  academically,  at  least.  ”  he  took  a  sip  from  his  own  cup  of  coffee  –  drop  of  cream,  pinch  of  sugar.  “  mind  if  i  join  you?  i  can  help  grade  papers.  i  think  i’d  make  a  pretty  convincing  ms.  alice  holloway.  ”

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willow lopez.‌

“This is just my luck,” Willow groaned when the elevator she was in seemed to get stuck between two levels. In fact, it dawned on her that they were quite high up too. “Tell me this has already happened to you and this will get resolved on it’s own.” She asked the person she was with, hoping there was some kind of reset mechanism built into these things. With a final groan, she began to pound on the door once she realized she had no service on her cell. 

     𝗑.       henry  groaned  when  the  elevator  screeched  to  a  halt,  lights  flickering  as  the  power  went  dead  and  re-booted  –  already  late,  of  course  this  would  happen.  he  shifted  from  foot  to  foot,  dropping  his  bag  on  top  of  the  roller  case  at  his  feet.  he  looked  sideways  at  willow  and  gave  a  half-hearted smile.  “  believe it or not, twice,  ”  he  said,  and  rolled  his  eyes .  he  was  already  leaning  down  to  find  the  red  emergency  button  –  when  she  started  pounding  on  the  door.  “  hey,  hey,  we’re  good,  ”  he  said  quickly,  turning  his  attention  to  her.  “  it’s  fine.  listen,  i  don’t  mean  to  sound  rude,  but  are  you  –  claustrophobic,  or  anything?  or  are  you  just  frustrated?  ”

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wow, hello all !! my name is blue, i’m 23 years old, live in southern california, & go by she/her pronouns! i’m a graduate student currently studying creative writing ( fiction & screenwriting ), and i’m obsessed with aliens. i’m gonna be playing HENRY COSTA ( but if you want a connection that’s close with him, call him rafi !! ) who is a skydiving instructor for both indoor and outdoor skydiving. i’ve never actually written him before, so i’m really thrilled to give him a go !! i’m actually a recently certified skydiver myself so if i ever use terminology & you want clarification, please don’t hesitate to ask !! ( or if you just wanna ask about the sport – especially if you want someone to encourage you to go, it’s my fave thing to do !! )

meet the man who tamed the skies ––

name: henry rafael costa nickname: henry, rafael / rafi to close friends and family age: 38 occupation: skydiving instructor home: bayside apartments #602 skydiving rank: d license moral alignment: chaotic good mbti: estp

henry has been skydiving for twenty years. he went on a tandem jump for the first time on his eighteenth birthday, with an instructor named harrison, and never looked back. he kept his day job for the sole purpose of being able to afford the sport – the price of classes added up, and for a time he lived in a shitty apartment in a sketchy part of town because he spent more money on getting his skydiving license than rent. the first piece of equipment he bought for himself was a helmet, quickly followed by a digital altimeter. it took him over six months to shop and purchase his own canopy rig. with his current job, he jumps nearly 200 times a week and has thousands of jumps under his belt. his favorite part of the dive is exiting the door.

henry’s first language is spanish, and he didn’t start learning english until he was ten years old. he is quite fluent in english now, fully capable of teaching in and understanding the language – but still speaks spanish to his family.

he has a dog named bobo. he’s a 4-year-old rescue goldendoodle. henry often calls him the love of his life.

henry works part-time at an indoor skydiving location, where he also teaches freeflying. he prefers the feeling of flying outdoors, but always had fun doing tricks and flips in the tunnel that you simply can’t do in a minute of outdoor freefall.

his family calls him ‘rafi’, short for rafael. there were three henry’s in the costa family, so the majority of them got used to calling him by his middle name. it’s not uncommon for close friends or the other skydive instructors to call him rafi or rafael, but it’s reserved for people who are very close to him – he typically introduces himself as henry.

** this is minimal, just taken from my app; more info & wanted connections will be updated later tonight !!