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as per usual, whatever hell the previous night would have given her, not a lick of it showed on the young woman’s face. she strode about town like a woman on a mission. except there is no mission. unless it was to look good, in which case bianca is excelling greatly. but a regular day is a regular day and she’s in the cafe, ordering her usual. “you’d think that after last night, the whole town’s vibe would be off, but i feel strangely..normal.” she notes as she frowns and swipes her card. bianca glanced at the other. “slightly hungover, but that’s par for the course. anyway, how was your night?” really, if she wasn’t trying so hard to avoid work, she wouldn’t be so chatty. ( closed; @feyremarlowex )
Emerson blinked in surprise when she was called cute. She was notoriously bashful and didn’t usually take compliments well, so it had her flushing almost immediately as a shy little smile pulled onto her lips, “O-Oh um..i-if you’re sure?” She asked before she followed the comment and she glanced over to a group of boys across the room and Emerson wrinkled her nose, shaking her head.
“I’m not even much of a drinker if I’m being honest, so I..don’t think going to such great lengths is necessary. But thank you. In fact, I don’t mind if you take this whole cup for yourself, I’m sure others will be along soon enough.”
the young woman took notice of the other’s blush and smirked lightly. she liked seeing how her actions could impact people. one could even theorize that one of the reasons she became the person she was was to see how far she could push it; didn’t villains always had the best lines in the movie? “we’ll share.” she declares and hands the cup over to the other.
“oh please. live and let live. if you don’t have anything to ‘remember’ in particular, you could always use tonight to let loose.” over the years, she’s likely to have cheapened the real value of the event by using it as an excuse to go wilder than her usual. it wasn’t like there was much good to remember for her anyway. “so do you? have anything to ‘remember’?” she asked, two dainty fingers in a quoting gesture. cliché questions, but she was nosy anyway.
“how long do you think they can keep us in here?” he sat on what remained of a church pew, waiting for the cops to finish questioning everyone, which so far, had taken hours. ryder was not looking forward to speaking to the police, but he hadn’t come up with a way out of the building that bypassed them just yet. he desperately needed another cigarette. “it’s not like any of us saw anything. we were all here at the fucking party.”
“i thought cops could hold you for twenty-four hours. or is that only for really bad crimes?” truthfully, she was numb and perhaps a little tired from all the drinking and dancing that had transpired. she had just gotten finished with being questioned, not even remembering some of the answers she gave. not that she would be helpful. bianca, for the most part, cared more about what she herself was doing. “oh, i was a little late. fashionably late, as one is. doesn’t really change what you said, so..”
whilst laying on the ground, valencia knew two things: one, she looked like an idiot. and two, her hunger just kept getting larger than life as she waits for more and more cars to go by. it was funny, the amount of people that had stopped for her already. yet the hunter had never subsided. never truly went away. valencia used to be a vegetarian when she was alive, but now she’s craving her own kind of steak. it was comedic, the way her life played out.
when her last target of the night pulls up, she was ready to rip this one to shreds. in all honesty, after the third time, it’s tiring and the rocks are jabbing into her back beneath her. when the girl gets out of the car, she could feel her breath hitch into her throat. she knew this girl, didn’t know how or why, but she knew her. well fuck. now she can’t do what she wants to do.
“i can’t see who you are,” she lies. “i lost my glasses when some dick hit me with his car, and now my vision is blurry.” it was a lame excuse. but whenever she knew someone, she got this feeling deep inside her. an itch, that there was some kind of relationship there that was missing in her train of thought. “please help me,” with the amount of times she’s said that tonight, she makes a mental list to never try this way again.
against her better judgment, the young woman rolled her eyes and huffed indignantly, as if remembering her name was the simplest thing in the world. "it's bianca." the same bianca that had argued with the other on lenci's birthday, only to end up walking out irritated and full of pride. whatever the two had argued about, bianca couldn't even remember. perhaps it was how even though they've known each other for years, bianca's transition into a megabitch didn't sit well with a lot of people. including lenci.
though after that moment of brattiness passed, the words 'hit me with his car' fully sank in and she leans down to try and help her out, arms extended as an offer. "jesus, val. i haven't seen you since your birthday and you're out here wilding out for remembrance day." she commented, "not too off-brand, really." she even took a second to glance back at her male companion, gesturing him to come closer to help her out with her friend. "he's with me, just..he drove me."
‘ what good is rememberence day when i can’t remember anything ?! ’
open starter — event 01.
the town was awake & alive – curfew bending for the night of the rememberence party, or well: everyone had planned it that way. this meant lenci had to be careful. there was pounding in her head, in her heart, and she knew it was because of the blood that was pumping through the townspeoples’ veins. lenci had to be careful now, because she is a vampire. (a vampire who didn’t know how to control blood lust, for that matter.) the blood lust feeling like a never ending bowling ball being dropped on top of her, and ringing in her ears that never really seems to die, just quiets down from time to time so she could breathe for a little bit.
twenty six year old valencia grew up in queen’s lace. she’s been to several of these parties. but since everything happened, between the teenagers going missing and suddenly valencia is undead without memories, she knew this was all connected. she wanted answers, and not some party. she would rather just sink in a hole and die (again) (for longer this time). valencia walks down an empty street, the party being just a few blocks away. she’s hungry — her dark eyes turning even darker as the veins in her face are prominent. she was on the hunt, even unintentionally. just waiting for someone, anyone to pop out of the shadows before their trip to the town’s party. she walks for a little longer before deciding that she would just lay there in the middle of the road instead, waiting for a car to come.
within moments, the view of a car’s headlights comes closer and closer to her, and this was her shot. eat, then erase. like she’s seen in the movies. when the car stops, and someone gets out, not even paying attention to who was there, valencia just lets out a “help me! please, whoever you are!” she stutters out, looking at the person. “would you please help me?”
all things considered, bianca did love queens lace. she's traveled to a lot of places, but no other really established themselves as home like queens lace did. even if her parents never did share the same sentiment throughout their time living and eventually abandoning the place. but it was bianca's stomping grounds, for better or worse, and she'll indulge in all of what the town offers.
even if she's pushed quite a few people away throughout her time here, bianca still kept them close to her. and the number of those people isn't really high, considering that her demeanor didn't leave a lot of room for being the friendliest in the room. she ponders about these people as her days go on, like at that moment as she rides a jeep driven by a guy she barely knew. they had agreed to go to the remembrance day event together and bianca was all too happy to let the man drive.
a figure in the near distance led her to tell him to stop the car; that there was a person or an animal on the ground. even she had standards, after all. while he was initially hesitant, he eventually slowed down and stopped said vehicle. bianca hopped out of her seat, being followed by the man, and her eyes widened as the familiar voice rang in her ears. as she got closer, she looked down, "v-val? val, is that you? are you okay?"
OPEN starter at the Remembrance Day church party. [Event 1]
“You mean you didn’t dress up?” Cameron did a small turn on the spot, “Everything I’m wearing is vintage baby! I’m remembrancing!” He smiled wide, and began to point at various pieces of clothing. “Dad, Dad, these jeans are actually my mom’s, but they fit really good. And these boots are actually from the resale shop, so they are remembrancing somebody.” Cameron smiled again, wiping a hand against his nose, sniffling a bit.
“After all, any party can be a costume party if you try hard enough. I kinda got this like, gay Walker Texas Ranger vibe going on tonight.” He did a couple poses like he was modeling for GQ, then burst into small peals of laughter as all his tension melted into bouncing shoulders. “Who or what are you remembrancing this evening?” He asked, once he recovered, then took a big swig of whatever colorful drink was in his wine glass.
“um, the remembrancing is supposed to be a mental thing.” and it didn’t matter if she’s attended one or a hundred of them, but all bianca ever did do for remembrance day was dress to kill & enjoy for once in her life. “i did dress up, but as me. i am a woman to remember and everyone should do well to remember me because i’m pretty and i dressed up for it.” she glanced at his jeans one more time. “oh, you’re totally rocking them. keep them and get a date.”
she giggles as he posed in front of her, appreciating the good vibes that cameron brings. she takes a sip from her own drink before responding, “oh..i remember that one english teacher that everyone thought was dating the basketball coach. he was gorgeous. i am remembering him and him only. i appreciate a good, hunky guy who knows a good denouement.”
Emerson wasn’t exactly the party type– especially since she was still pretty new in town in general. But it seemed like everyone was there (which…was odd, given there was supposed to be a curfew?) so she decided to go against her instincts and check it out, figuring once she inevitably got overwhelmed by the newness of it all she could just ditch and go back to the safety and calm of her own new little apartment.
And overwhelmed she sure did get, countless people around talking and laughing and…dancing? A band wasn’t exactly what she’d been expecting, but then, none of this was expected. At least there’s drinks she thought to herself as she walked over to one of the vendors, seeing a tray set out with some cups and just as she was reaching for the last one her hand bumped someone else’s and she immediately yanked hers back, a little flush coloring her face, “Oh–sorry! You um..you go ahead.” She offered softly, shaking her head. “I’ll wait for the next batch.”
a queens lace girl through & through, bianca was no stranger to their parties. remembrance day might not be her utmost favorite but she appreciated any party regardless. especially with that pesky curfew in mind. as if she’d actually follow it, party or not. though she caught herself; she’s been pretty careful recently too. only because she didn’t want any unnecessary drama.
adjusting her glove upward after it started to slip, bianca began to reach for the last cup left on the tray, bumping against someone else’s. as the other yanked their hand back, bianca’s stayed on their path and eventually plucked the cup and took a sip. “you’re cute. i don’t mind sharing.” and another sip; she’s already had a few judging by the slight blush they’ve had on their face but she keeps up a good front. “i could also help you get one from one of those guys over there. if guys are your thing, that is. i’m a pro.” she reassures them.
* devon seron , ciswoman , she/her , 25 . don't suppose you've seen bianca casuco around anywhere ? i've been meaning to return their memory film keychain , and tell them i listened to selene by niki that reminds me of them . i swear they're reminding me more and more of head to bottom black silk & lace number, spilled glitter on the desk illuminated by the sunset light, longing stares at happy families they see at the grocery store, sounds of cameras clicking accompanied my multiple flashes, & the breeze from an electric fan letting their long brown locks air-dry each time i see them . hey , if you happen to see them , give me a call . especially if they're acting a little detached , but if they're acting too jaunty , that warrants a worry from me , too . with everything going on in town , i just want them to be alright .
hi, i’m jess! very excited to write with all of u!!
full name. bianca ann casuco
alias(es). b, bibi
birthdate. sept 28th ( libra )
occupation. tutor, full-time bored pretty girl.
inspo. pre’ samartino ( first day high ), london tipton ( suite life ), arastoo vaziri ( bones ), alex russo ( wowp ), lydia martin ( teen wolf )
aesthetic. head to bottom black silk & lace number, spilled glitter on the desk illuminated by the sunset light, longing stares at happy families they see at the grocery store, sounds of cameras clicking accompanied my multiple flashes, the breeze from an electric fan letting their long brown locks air-dry, smudged gel ink from old handwritten notes, rhythmic tapping as she waits for class notes to print out.
applicable labels. the aesthete, the facade, the fallen angel, the gregarious, the reveller, the sybarite.
origins. bianca is the only child of two rich people who only ever treated queens lace as a stopover rather than a permanent residency. even while growing up and bianca was the epitome of a model child with awards & stellar grades, her parents only really gave a half-hearted hug and a ‘keep up the good work’ as a return. whatever families she’s seen spending time together felt all the more insulting & depressing, which just morphed into the bianca of today. sneers & fake niceties wrapped in glitter & luxurious fabrics. unfortunately for the young woman, a ‘mishap’ after she graduated college left her financially cut-off from her parents. the only mercy they gave was the pair’s residence in queens lace, virginia that they were on the way to selling anyway. it fit, they said. a throwaway house for a throwaway child.
currently. you really wouldn’t know bianca didn’t have a lot of money currently. she lives lavishly, treating her clothing & items like the precious treasures they are. she longs for the financial freedom that she once had, that she feels was harshly taken away for an action she deems minute & shallow. she’s always put together; all ‘messes’ are intentional, for the sake of feeling like she’s done something new. the house she lives in might be a few items too short of when her parents were still around ( she’s sold some of the items for some extra cash on the side ) but bianca meticulously crafted it to still exude a glamorous vibe.
personality. ( + ) versatile, dynamic, jovial, jaunty; bianca can thrive anywhere within reason. she likes to talk up a storm & to talk other people up a storm. admittedly nosy & fond of gossip, bianca’s sincerity in getting to know people has a hidden agenda of just wanting to know everything about everybody. ( - ) materialistic, overcritical, detached, indecisive; because of her spoiled upbringing, she places a lot of value on material things. her ‘humble’ abode is kept clean & all the items that she didn’t sell already are given high priority over all the basic stuff she has. besides this, bianca is a tad removed from the pulse of whatever is going on in town. she likes queens lace, but she’d rather make herself feel better than to make everyone else feel better, if she was being honest.
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