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@badger i'm down! but i think it's gonna take some time before lily gets to warm up to isabella, which should be fun XD
same lol:
✔ lena murdock - going with hunter (@fayza) cuz of a dare
peter stratford - probably going with a large group or date
✔ lily bones - dragged by elise (@badger) and isabella (@fayza)
✔ danny buchanan - dragged by his brother jamie (@emma)
✔ adam newton - shows up alone but meets up with aria (@devotion) at some point
✔ zelda gallagher - new in town and doing her grand entrance at the ball because she's so #extra
alma aguilar - probably will go as "security" unless someone drags her out
roman floyd - down to go with friends or a date! (@artemis he could drag henry out?)
LILY
i'm not sure?? i kicked a soccer ball to his face and he was bleeding?? but i told him to call his brother so he should be ok, right??
also lmk if you still want to talk about your thing
i'm low key stalking elizabeth and lorenzo's apartment and i'm. loving. salem. with. ren. ugh. babies.
LILY
also i think i just killed someone
roman amadeus floyd | 26 years old | male & homo | djinn/genie | bartender
Pretty much everyone knows who Roman Floyd is. He's witty and charismatic and will always make you feel like the most important person in the room. He's a simple bartender to the untrained eye, but a miracle worker if you know who to ask. He has one of those magnetic and alluring personalities that get you to reveal your inner secrets and desires. As a bartender, that's a part of the job, but as a genie, it's quite the trick.
Roman was born and raised in Warwick. His family exhibited the curse in different ways: some were witches, some were fairies, and even one of his cousins was a vampire. Roman wanted to be a warlock for the longest time, and at the beginning he thought that's what he was, but it didn't take him long to realize his true nature. He was with his family, messing around magic with his cousins as the majority were witches and warlocks, and one of them played a prank on him. It felt like the entire family had erupted into laughter. He doesn't even remember what it was, he just remembers how angry and embarrassed he was when he screamed. I WISH YOU'D ALL GO AWAY.
And no one had to tell them twice. In a second, a line of his cousins, uncles and aunts, and even his parents, disappeared from his sight. Leaving him alone.
It was later when he realized what he'd done. As a genie, his words were absolute. If he wished for something he could make it so, and if others wished he could use it too. His words were absolute, which meant his family was gone for good, forever. He grew up alone, as he had wished.
He grew up in between foster homes, learning to take advantage of what the curse had gifted him. He didn't think school or work was really useful, if he could have almost anything at the snap of his fingers. He could not very well announce this power, people would not understand it, but he figured they would be more than happy to pay for it.
face claim: brandon mychal smith
It seemed like she had pushed just the right buttons. Except an afternoon detention was not precisely what she was looking for. She didn't spend a second she didn't need to in school. She found the place looked, smelled, and felt like a prison, and every single inmate was desperate to escape. Lena sighed exaggeratedly before standing up and taking her bag. "Oh we do Mr. Darren, really, and believe me," she turned to Hunter just to give him a coy smile and a soft lip bite "it will be much more interesting than whatever you can come up with."
Danny had seen Jamie get hit by soccer balls, very often. He had gone to practically all his soccer games since he started playing, and he had seen it all: bruises, sprains, strains, bones broken, dislocated shoulders. The bad, the ugly, and the nasty. But he had also seen his brother smile through a broken nose, stand up and argue with the coach to continue playing, and refuse to use an ice pack when another team mate needed it. The Jamie he was seeing on the field wasn't just hurt, he was defeated.
"But why-" He began questioning, carefully touching his face to see where he had gotten hurt. He stopped when he heard his brother wince, and Danny suddenly remembered the ice pack, placing it slowly on his face. "He had to leave?" He asked, more skeptical than anything, unsure why anyone in their right mind would leave Jamie in this state. Danny sighed. "Yes, let's go home." He didn't believe a word that was coming out of Jamie's mouth, and he had every intention of finding out the truth, but he also saw his brother was hurting and his interrogation could wait until they were in the car.
Once Jamie was safe in the car Danny ran to the benches on the side of the field and grabbed Jamie's bag. He was about to head out when he noticed a colorful object in between the grass, and knelt down to find a purple scrunchie. Danny frowned in confusion, but thought it was probably a leftover from the girls' soccer practice. In any case, he put everything in Jamie's bag, including the soccer ball with a smear of blood on the side, and threw it in the backseat before turning on the car.
"So are you going to tell me what really happened?" Danny asked, as a popular song whispered on the radio. "Because someone leaving you like this sounds like a load of crap." Maybe Danny was being too direct, but more than upset at his brother he was upset at the situation he was in, all bloody and hurt, and sad.
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"I imagine he wants an update on the Joules case and wants us both there." She said, tapping the steering wheel with her thumbs. Alma was more than capable of making the report, in fact, having her captain see her take charge would probably make her look way better, but as the captain, and a couple of human resources therapists had told her, she needed to work in a team. She needed to learn to rely on her partner and support her partner. This would've been way easier if 1) her previous partners hadn't been incompetent
according to herand 2) she hadn't been forced to work with someone who disappeared suddenly.
Which was unfair, because Colton was very capable, and usually didn't give her a lot of trouble, but it was incredibly annoying to have to track him down like a babysitter.
Alma immediately tensed up at his change in tone when he picked up the phone. She suddenly felt the exact same thing as when she went to a house party in junior year: she wasn't supposed to be there. More specifically, she probably wasn't supposed to be hearing this conversation. Alma kept driving, and couldn't help but wonder who Colton had to pay for. If she was being honest, she didn't know much about his past, and that put her slightly on edge, considering she had to be relying on him.
LILY
nope i just got home from practice so it’s all good, what’s up??
i'm still a few hours away, but happy new year to everyone!!
Name: Peter Stratford III
Username: petesings
Age: 17
Relationship: Single
Role: Student
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Name: Zelda Gallagher
Username: legend.of.me
Age: 24
Relationship: Single
Role: Drama Teacher
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Name: Roman Floyd
Username: miracle.roman
Age: 26
Relationship: Single
Role: Bartender
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Name: Angela Santos
Username: angieesantos
Age: 19
Relationship: Single
Role: Waitress
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Name: Ariana Fowler
Username: ari.fowl
Age: 17
Relationship: Single
Role: Student
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peter thaddeus stratford iii | 17 years old | male & hetero | werewolf | whs student
Everybody knows Peter. He's the one who'll help you with your homework, lend you a pencil for your exam, volunteer at the homeless shelter during the weekends, and score at Friday's football games. He's the one to always be whistling or humming to a tune, his room filled to the brim with CDs and vinyls and posters of bands and singers. He always has a smile plastered across his face, because he's just so genuinely happy to be alive and wants everyone to feel the same.
He's far from mean, but he can be quite insensitive. Sometimes he forgets his life is the exception, not the norm, and blurts out comments that could be considered condescending. "Why don't you ask your parents for some money?", "If it's making you so miserable, you should quit your job!", it really doesn't come from a place of disdain, but really, one of ignorance. Peter has never had to worry about anything in his life. His family is at the center of Warwick's real estate business, and have been filthy rich for over five generations. This allowed Peter to grow up in a certain lifestyle, where his every desire was fulfilled. Life has come so easy to him, it's hard for him to imagine life to be any different.
However, Peter doesn't know the whole story. The truth is that he was adopted as a baby, as his mother was unable to have a child and the Stratfords were obsessed with having an heir to the business. His parents don't want to tell him, afraid of how he would react, and so use gifts to ease their guilt. Despite of their great efforts to hide his true past, Peter has been feeling something change inside of him lately, and he's pretty sure it's not puberty.
face claim: ansel elgort
zelda josephine gallagher | 24 years old | female & pan | human | drama teacher
Zelda never knew her father. She was raised in San Francisco by a single mother, who sacrificed her dream of becoming an actress to earn a living for herself and her daughter. They always struggled to make ends meet, her mother worked two jobs and Zelda got a part-time job as early as age fourteen, but the Gallaghers always found time to help others, as they both knew some had it worse than them. Shifts at the food bank, collecting donations for the homeless, or tutoring her neighbors, but most of their free time was occupied by giving back.
Maybe this is why she has such a positive outlook on life. Growing up with a resourceful mother, her mentality is to find solutions rather than complain about problems, to keep moving forward despite adversities, and to always, always find time for a laugh. In school she would get sent to the principal's office over and over again, always for making her classmates laugh or speaking her mind without restraint. Despite all of this, he graduated high school and went to college to obtain her degree. She worked at her same high school, well received by the faculty and staff, because despite her record visits to the principal's office, Zelda was never a malicious girl, and her good heart and humor were welcomed with open arms.
But then her mom got really sick. Unable to pay for the medical bills, she began to fade quickly. Zelda began teaching at night school, and got a job as a waitress, but nothing could prevent the disease from taking over. Before she passed, her mother confided her father's identity: he was a rich lawyer living in Warwick, who had abandoned her after realizing she was pregnant. Even worse, she made Zelda swear on her life that she would go meet him and become a part of her life. With piles of debt and nothing to tie her to her hometown but her job, she applied for a transfer and packed up, leaving everything behind to fulfill her mother's dying wish. She has no intention to become a part of Rodney King's life, but she figures if she can get some money out of him, that may be enough for her to ignore the pain that his abandonment caused on her family.
face claim: samantha barks
Alma was driving around Warwick looking Colton. She had been in the precinct, going over some evidence of recent arrests when she was called to the captain's office, who questioned the whereabouts of her partner. The older man had transferred to Warwick recently, and if the secretaries' gossip was correct, he was recovering from a tragic divorce. Alma could honestly care less. She had had a hard time finding a partner who didn't find her annoying, and when presented with the chance to work with someone who hadn't heard the "Anal Alma" from the academy, she jumped right to it. He was quiet, kept to himself and got work done, which was all good in her book.
But he also had an annoying habit, which was disappearing from the precinct at random times without telling her, so that's what led her to grab the black sedan with "Warwick Police Department" painted in white letters and go around town looking for him.
She was about to call other officers on patrol to keep an eye out when she spotted him smoking at the edge of the road. She sighed and tapped the steering wheel with her fingers before pulling over next to him. "Kincaid!" She called as she lowered the window on the passenger's seat. "Care to share why you're out here smoking in the cold while the captain's looking for you?"
Danny hated fighting with his brother. Besides the fact that he was pretty much his only friend, Danny hated hurting his brother. From the moment they were born they had been practically inseparable, Jamie didn't let Danny's condition stop him from playing, running, and joking around. The condition didn't stop him, but his parents' certainly did. For years Danny had to get used to stay at home, to let Jamie be the one who played and ran and joked. Being in the hospital and in bed so often didn't help Danny become any more sociable. He was pretty sure his mom thought it was why he was so introverted.
He might've been an introvert, but he was far from antisocial. Jamie had done an excellent job at helping him meet more people, to laugh more often, to be more relaxed around strangers, and Danny was immensely grateful to his brother for this. He was grateful to have someone as kind and wonderful in his life as his brother.
But Jamie didn't get it. When they had promised to stay together until they were old men, he didn't understand that this meant that Danny could never be independent. The idea was nice, but the reality that it portrayed was one that Danny wasn't ready to accept.
He wanted to be free.
So that's why they had argued at the dinner table. Danny figured it was time for him to bring up the college talk, seeing as he was already applying to art schools far from Warwick, and it had all gone as well as you'd expect. Jamie stormed off to God knows where, and their mother was sobbing at the dinner table, making Danny feel like a complete asshole.
After a short text conversation with Jamie, Danny calmed down. He hadn't been angry exactly, but he had been upset at the fact that neither his mother or brother seemed to understand his wishes to be independent. They didn't understand because they had it. They didn't understand what Danny was missing.
So after calming their mother down and cleaning out the table, Danny decided to take a shower and go to bed. He figured he could talk to Jamie later and clear the issue up. It made him sick to think Jamie was still out in town, mad at him.
And it seemed like he conjured him up because shortly after falling asleep his phone rang beside him. It wasn't on silent just because Danny knew Jamie often forgot his keys, and he hoped that that would be a good time to talk. "Hello?" Danny answered, his voice groggy from being woken up.
Jamie's strange request made him sit up immediately. "What-what's wrong? What happened? Mom and I can-" He was interrupted by Jamie's voice, strangely devoid from his characteristic cheer, and he just nodded, forgetting that his brother couldn't see him. "Give me ten minutes."
Danny splashed water on his face to finish waking up before putting on some shoes, grabbing an ice pack from the fridge, and taking the keys. Sure enough he was in Warwick High in less than ten minutes, parking by the edge of the soccer field. He closed his door without bothering to lock the car, and jogged to his brother, who was sitting by the goal box, his shirt on his face with hints of blood. "What the hell happened to you?" He said, kneeling down and pushing Jamie's hand away to see the injury.
Before Lena could utter a word, their chemistry teacher's voice boomed across the room. She rolled her eyes, her conversation was just getting interesting, and she flipped her short hair over her shoulder as she turned towards him. "Not particularly, Mr. Darren, no," she sighed, bored. "We would've talked at a regular volume if that were the case," she continued, her elbows on her desk and her face resting on her hands "And since you've just noticed our conversation, I figure our volume was well below your hearing range," she earned a few chuckles from the class before continuing "And therefore our conversation, well, none of your business." She finished, a pleased smile on her face. She could see her teacher's blood boiling on his face, furious at her words. She was known to talk back to a few teachers, every once in a while, but in this case she did it strategically. She hoped that Mr. Darren was ticked off just enough to kick both Hunter and Lena out of class, therefore giving her a chance to convince him to skip the rest of the day. So, basically, she was bored, and this was the only thing that occurred to her.
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@badger i’d be down for a chat thread! i feel like lily and elise could have a really cool friendship because they’re basically opposites xD
@dreamchild sorry it’s taken me so long! i’m between planes and bus rides home from the holidays, could you pm me your list? i’m only able to be on mobile until sunday so it’s easier to respond there :)
@fayza yes i can see that! they could definitely bond over art but i imagine it’s gonna take them a little to get them to talk.
