FULL NAME: arabella kincaid
NICKNAME: ara
AGE: 31 years old
OCCUPATION: instavlogger
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@arabella-kincaid
FULL NAME: arabella kincaid
NICKNAME: ara
AGE: 31 years old
OCCUPATION: instavlogger
read her INTRO POST • check out her ABOUT PAGE
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A handwriting sample and what a page in Ara's notebook might look like.
a little update | the last two years 🌹
A lot has happened in Ara's life over the last two years. In some ways, it feels like Ara's life has only grown. Some highlights: she reached 4 million followers on Instagram, coached the girl who got 3rd place in the Miss America contest, found a new passion of hers, and started a podcast! Some lowlights: she was cancelled, lost 25,000 followers (but eventually earned them back, it was NBD), had to live in Bangor for 6 months, had a stalker, and then a very dramatic, public breakup with said stalker.
There comes a time in every social media influencer's life when they will get cancelled. Such a thing has happened in Ara's life many times. She would say: too many to count. The first time it happened was when she was getting started. She promoted a brand that tested on animals, and everyone came for her. She quelled the masses by going vegan (but only online). Her second cancellation came soon after, when she was seen eating sushi at Saki's grand reopening in 2016. There was simply no way to hide the shrimp that adorned her beautiful, delicious roll. This latest cancellation, however, was worse than the others. Arabella was caught in a lie.
Ara lived two separate lives. There was Instagram Ara and the real Ara. Instagram Ara was into clean eating. She did yoga and pilates regularly. She loved being in nature and grounding. She never gossiped about her friends. Instagram Ara was sweet, kind, and her voice was like honey; she never cursed! The real Ara liked to party. She did drugs, drank, could be mean, and her favorite pastime was gossiping about her friends. So when one of her friends took to social media to call her out on her hypocrisy, everyone was outraged. She lost a ton of followers, sponsorships, and even had to start paying for her previously free membership to the pilates studio she attended. It was crazy.
It was during this time that Ara went on a couple of side quests. The girl who had won Miss Maine reached out to her for help during the Miss America pageant. Ara had never participated in a pageant, nor did she care about them, but she needed a distraction from the storm brewing on her Instagram. Once she accepted the job, which came with the unfortunate news that she would have to move to Bangor for six months, she announced that her full attention would be on coaching this girl. Spending less time on social media and being away from Barton Point led Ara to uncover a new passion of hers: golfing. It became her whole personality for a while: going to the country club, wearing cute little skirts, hitting a few holes, getting drinks afterwards. It was amazing! And all over her Instagram (because by "break" she just meant she wouldn't be posting daily, just once or twice a week).
It was while playing golf that she met Giulia Bonacci. Ara would say that it doesn't really matter who she is, but what matters is that their relationship lasted three months and ended catastrophically, loudly, and publicly, thus kick-starting the Arabella Kincaid redemption tour. Giulia Bonacci stole from Arabella. Not jewelry or clothes, but her life. Her entire social media presence was basically copy-pasted from Arabella. Poses, posts, locations... At first, Ara felt like she was being dramatic, but then it got creepy. She would copy captions, stories, and experiences Ara had talked about before... She even reached out to Ara's old friends to know more. So Ara broke up her fast, which Giulia didn't take well, because in Giulia's mind, she was innocent! Their break-up at the Bean was thus recorded and posted for thousands to see. Ara was sitting calmly, arms crossed over her chest, while Giulia yelled that "NO ONE broke up with Giulia Bonacci. No one. And no one is good enough for Giulia to imitate."
Either way, the relationship ended, and Ara took to her Instagram to tell the story, which made people forget all about the previous drama she'd been involved in. Ara realized people liked it when she was honest and herself, so she started being exactly that. She started opening up about things that happened to her in the past, told crazy story times while she did her makeup, and eventually, she started a podcast. She has guests, they talk about messy things they've been through and lessons they've learned, and she is having the time of her life.
quit your job & post all day. it’s fine
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Annie tried to sneak a peek at the other woman's phone, curious about what all the pinging was over. "Nothing interesting, really. You know, just thinking about how I hate my job, but I need it to pay rent. Also I hate paying rent, but I would rather jump off a bridge than go back to being a housewife," she replied, pursing her lips.
Ara let out a light laugh and nodded. She'd never had a job– or at least a regular job with a salary and real co-workers. For most of her adult life, her job had just been Instagram. And modeling, occasionally. So while she probably couldn't relate to the reasons she hated her job, she did understand. She would love to stop doing Instagram, but then the money would stop coming in, and she wouldn't be able to pay for her house, feed her pets, and feed herself. "I get it," she said, nodding, giving her a sad smile. Ara shook her head. "I mean, I don't know about being a housewife- it sounds awful, but–" she chuckled, "I really wish I could stop working. You know? Take a break and for my life to not- fall to pieces?" she frowned. "Where do you work?"
dakotacarter:
“Two cinnamon rolls coming up.” She grinned at the girl before going behind the counter to grab two cinnamon rolls from the display shelf and warming them up before bringing them over to Arabella. “Hopefully these make your day a little better.” She gave the girl a smile before heading back to the counter.
“Thanks! I–” she glanced down at the cinnamon rolls and smiled sadly– “like, seriously doubt it, but I appreciate the enthusiasm,” she shook her head, reaching for a fork to cut into the cinnamon roll. Her phone continues to ping and buzz on the table and, frustrated, Ara picks it up to turn it off when she gets a call from her manager. “I know! I know...” she listens to them yap at the other end of the line. Lots of: ‘It’s not bad! The drug incident was worse. The mental health shit was more damaging to your image than this. People find this sweet!’ Ara just rolled her eyes, sticking a piece of cinnamon roll in her mouth. “I hate it,” she said, her mouth full, eyes darting to Dakota in alarm as if saying ‘not the cinnamon roll, the situation.’ “I just don’t want to, like, have to make a statement. Can’t I just... move on from this? Ignore it? Pretend it’s not happening?” She’s quiet for a moment, listening to her manager, and then she rolls her eyes. “Thank you! Byeeee.” She hangs up and finally turns off her phone, dropping it into her purse. “My day isn’t, like, fixed or anything, but this is definitely... I mean, it’s, like... definitely helping a bit,” she said to Dakota at the counter.
Anna was staring into space when she heard the woman sitting next to her mention coffee and drugs. Her face was an unfamiliar one, but the blonde decided that a bit of small talk couldn't hurt. "Well, luckily, you're in the right place for coffee. As for molly, I unfortunately can't help you there." This chick would have loved Annie back when she was Anastasia and had all of the best drug hookups. But now she was just a small-town nobody and law-abiding citizen. "Sorry for staring, by the way. My brain was in outer space."
Ara glanced at the blonde sitting next to her and gave her a kind smile. "I'll accept your apology and the fact that you can't get me any molly if you tell me what you were thinking about. Please. I need something to take my mind off of–" and before she could finish the sentence, her phone pinged 3 more times– "this," she turned in her chair to face her. "What's on your mind?"
dakotacarter:
Dakota was cleaning up the tables and re-setting the counter after the morning rush when the bell above the door rung out. She called out a greeting to Arabella as she walked in but wasn’t met with a response. Wanting to give her some space, she continued to clean the counter, periodically looking over at her incase she needed something. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Dakota nodded and started toward the coffee pot in the corner. “Coffee I can get you, Molly’s a little harder to get my hands on.” She poured her a steaming mug and brought it over with one of the bigger and more frosting covered cinnamon rolls. She set them both down in front of Arabella. “Cinnamon rolls don’t hit like Molly does but they are just as addicting.”
Ara couldn't help but chuckle at the girl's quip about getting her hands on some molly and she felt herself relax a little. Not too much! Not so much that she'd take off her sunglasses to reveal the horrible bags under her eyes that not even three coats of concealer could hide, but enough to make her feel a little at ease in her seat. "Well," she sighed, "I guess you're gonna have to bring me one of those cinnamon rolls. Or two." She paused. "Actually, make that two, if they're as good as you say they are." She’d been to the Sweet Spot a lot - having grown up here in Barton Point, it was impossible not to - but she hadn’t really tried much of the desserts. She was always more of a salty person than a sweet one - in every way - so the cinnamon rolls would be new to her, but she felt the situation warranted it. She needed something life-changing right now, and according to Dakota, the answer seemed to live in the cinnamon rolls.
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time: anytime! though i do imagine it being during the day. mid-afternoon. place: bean, the sweet spot, eddie's, garden boulevard, the railway tavern
Ara pulled her hood over her head and sat down, arms crossed over her chest, phone vibrating incessantly; notifications from instagram, twitter, tiktok, even fucking facebook. She groaned. This had probably been the worst scandal she'd been involved in in her career as an influencer, if you could even call it a scandal. It was embarrassing more than anything else. Not controversial - for once - just embarrassing. Someone - a stalker, an obsessive fan, or someone who really hated Ara - had scoured the depths of the internet and somehow found 18 year old Arabella's audition for America's Next Top Model. And then 19 year old Arabella's audition for America's Next Top Model, 20, 21, 22, so on! And they'd uploaded it to TikTok with the caption "HOW CUTE." How cute. Ugh. She wanted the earth to swallow her whole. Feeling eyes on her - an intense stare that could probably just be her mind playing tricks on her because she felt like she was being watched by the world right now - she pulled her hood even further. "I'm fine, okay? I just want, like, a very strong coffee and some molly if you have any." She looked up. "I'm kidding!" she lied.
$850 dollars. These are a collector’s. There’s a woman in Paris that makes them by hand, so…
I, like, finally got used to saying I'm 28, and now I have to say I'm 29? Ugh. I hate this. I never understood people who aged themselves down, but I think I'm going to have to become that person now.
carinamorales:
[stepping out of Jonnie’s holding the door open for Gabby, Carina is carrying a bunch of things in her hands.] Si. Si, the keys. [As Gabby tried unlatching them from her middle finger without making Carina drop anything, Carina spots somebody] Hey! How’s the…the thing. [She didn’t want them to see this struggle.]
The thing…? Did anybody ever tell you you suck at diverting attention away. You’re a horrible liar, mama. [Gabby says, swiping away at her new bangs.] Also, please tell her to invest in a purse, they were made for a reason.
[Ara looks up from her phone and makes a face at Carina] The thing? What thing? [chuckles] You do need a purse, though, babe. Like, this is not a way to live. [she says, motioning around her] But I’m willing to donate to the cause. Look, I get a bunch of stuff in PR and I’m a sucker for a nice purse, so I have a lot of things I don’t really need in my closet. If you want – and I would definitely recommend you do – you can have a look at my closet, take anything you want. Okay?
actually the secret to happiness is finding a good perfume and wearing it all the time