have you seen ( wren ‘nix’ vane, she/her )? They look a lot like ( odessa a'zion ).
The ( thirty ) year old ( drug sorter/stripper) is so (wise, hard-working, focused ) but I heard they can also be really ( needy, insecure, wired ). Can you believe they’ve been in town for ( 30+ )?! They live in the ( beverly ) neighborhood and kind of remind me of ( messy-glam, playful but slightly unhinged, black nails tracing the rim of a glass in a dim room ). If I was asked, I’d guess that they were ( Most likely to turn a bad day into a legendary story ) in their yearbook for the class of ( 2014 ).
Alumna/Newcomer/Townie/Celeb?: Alumna
Possible storyline triggers: Abandonment, Drugs
full name : Wren 'Nix' Vane
nickname(s) : Nix, Vane
date of birth : March 13
parents: biological mother Anna Vane, biological father Frederick Shields (abandoned)
significant other: single
gender identity : cis female ( she/her )
romantic orientation : panromantic
sexual orientation : pansexual
occupation : dancer & drug sorter at Eden's Garden Strip Club
Background:
Wren Vane was born to a mother who had her in high school, leading to a chaotic but determined upbringing.
Raised primarily by her mother in unstable financial conditions, often moving between apartments and short-term homes. Her father had another family and slowly drifted out of her life, fully cutting contact when Wren was around ten years old.
Struggled with abandonment issues but rarely expresses them openly, instead masking it with sarcasm or detachment.
In her late teens she sometimes stayed in situations she didn’t fully trust just to avoid being alone or returning home. Familiarizing herself with environments that involved drugs and alcohol.
Assists with the day time work at Eden, the sorting and distribution of the drugs. Works the first shift but covers the girls when they need nights off.
quinn smiled and shook her head, "you're totally fine, not lost at all, it happens to the best of us and sometimes i don't even realize i'm spacing out until someone calls me out on it." she laughs softly. "oh my bad gir, didn't mean to be nosy, just curious." a pause a beat before she smirks, "maybe a little nosy." she smiles nudging her back, "oh that's cute, that's cute i fucks with it."
Wren wasn't exactly in a relationship but she did have her eyes on a couple people. With West he was extremely busy off somewhere but he was a hot piece of eye candy. Then there was Angel who worked as a bartender who didn't speak like most people, but she understood her accent. For now Wren was just living life letting it take it's course. "I work with Evie...over at Eden, feel free to talk me Nix. That's my stage name, what most people call me. Like the Greek Goddess, only with an I instead of a y." She smiled, "Wyatt's cute. That's your man, right?.."
It had been a while, but this was hardly the first time Nathan helped a friend clean up after a night of too much drinking. He did it methodically, spraying, wiping and cleaning up sick without making a single comment about it. He kept at it while she relayed details of the night, flushed the toilet and washed his hands all before she was done. “Sounds like you stayed until the very end? I remember hanging out with Evie at the pool for a bit. Not sure when that was though.” The night was all muddled in his head, Nathan making little effort to put the events in order. He didn’t want to think about it too much. All he recalled with any certainty was Emily’s hurt, how she wouldn’t even look at him after listening to the Tea. Nathan shook the thought out of his head. It didn’t matter anymore. They had talked and everything was fine.
“Who’s Angel?” Nathan asked, standing over the bathroom. He nodded at the glass of water she had been sipping from. “Drink. You’re dehydrated.”
"I did stay until the very end of the reception, yes." Then taking a drink from the water she was given. Now that the place was cleaner, she felt slightly better herself. "Angel is a friend of mine. She works as a bartender at The Bait Shop Bar and Seafood." Her friend was mysterious, hiding in the shadows from the drama that was in Carroll. When she did appear, she was very well known by Wren. They had gotten closer since the party but nothing official as of yet. Taking another drink from her water.
a soft chuckle escaped her lips as she shook her head, "oh no you're good, i tend to space out here and there no worries." she assured her with a softened expression. "yeah, i'm quinn, nice to meet you wren." quinn usually either stayed knowing most of the people in town, or barely knew some that were also here she just barely paid attention, not in a mean way, she was always off doing her own thing. "hey no jokes here, promise." her hands came up in surrender as if preparing to be killed. "aw that's nice of him, which brother did he set you up with, you don't have to tell me." she was genuinely curious if it was the brother she had ran into recently. another chuckle leaves her lips as she nods her head, "yeah, that's me."
Wren laughed softly, relaxing a little at Quinn's reassurance. "Good, 'cause I was starting to think I'd completely lost you there for a second." At the question about which brother, she pressed her lips together, fighting a smile. "Oh, so now we're getting nosy?" she teased, nudging Quinn lightly with her shoulder. "West." Smiling with a brow. "He was cute, we text sometimes."
as soon as she nipped through the doors of eden’s garden strip club, her face went bright red and she blushed properly hard, letting a low chuckle escape those plump lips while soaking in that aura of voluptueuse lust. the red neon lights were drenching her in her white lace gear, making her look like a right sacrificial lamb in a place like that. anyway, she headed over to the main stage where her mate was putting on a massive show, leaving angelicce shouting and hollering with pure pleasure to encourage wren. she pulled some fric out of her wallet and beckoned the dancer over with a single finger, a néfaste laugh dancing on her shameless lips.
Wren, Eden's one and only 'Nix' was dancing on the pole, straddling her body up against it. The pounding of the music echoing through her ears. Riding off the high she had been on and then she saw Angel pulling out bills. Going down on the floor she crawled towards her. Reaching for her to fill her nickers up with tips.
quinn sits at the beach on a comfy chair with a book in hand. it was a nice day to be outside and near the shore because why not. she had spent the last few days spending time with wyatt inside, she didn't get a chance to spend some time outdoors. which to be far, she kind of kidnapped wyatt to be with her for a whole weekend. she lifted her sunglasses and let out a soft sigh as she took a sip of her boba noticing a presence standing beside her blocking the sun from her, "are you just going to stand there or are you going to join me?" she questioned with a soft chuckle.
Wren didn't realize she was blocking the sun. She stared a little too long. Recognizing her being Evie's friend. Working with Evie and having a mutual sort of thing but not besties either. "Sorry. I just spaced a minute. You're friends with Evie and Wyatt, right?" Moving herself from blocking the sun and joining her. "I'm Wren. Like Kylo Ren but with a W and don't make a Kylo Ren jokes...cause I might have to kill you." Clearly joking. "Wyatt set me up with a date with one of his brothers..we talk sometimes. He seems cool." Giving some small chat with the other woman. "You're the cheerleader coach, right?"
𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗲 ̣̣ i can take you to work after, mate.
𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗲 ̣̣ mind you, a trip to the club... i'd never say no to a proper drink and a dance.
𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗲 ̣̣ can i stuff some cash down your knickers too, or does that only happen in the films?
𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗲 ̣̣ hey giiiiiiiirl
𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗲 ̣̣ you down for something tonight?
𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗲 ̣̣ i was thinking of heading down to the cemetery for a cheeky smoke, but i’m totally down to go out and get absolutely plastered instead turned up 🍸💅🏻🤧
wren: I'm down for a cemetery smoke.
wren: no real plans tonight...until like 8pm.
wren: cause you know..I'm a dancer & work late hours of night
wren: YOU SHOULD COME TO THE CLUB WHILE I WORK & I CAN DANCE ON YOU!!!
“It’s afternoon,” Nathan relayed, slowly pushing the door open once she confirmed she was decent. The smell hit him first, but it was nothing new to him. It made him glad the contents of his stomach had stayed where they were—or had been spirited away by otherworldly beings, whatever. He made a mental note to draw it out later as he pushed the door open the rest of the way. “It’s fine, I got it,” he said of the cleaning supplies. His smile was relieved when he spotted her in the tub, still in last night’s clothes and a bit of a mess but, “Glad you’re in one piece. Stay there.” Not that she looked like she was going anywhere.
Nathan left her in the bathroom to fetch a glass of water for her. When he returned, he had his cleaning supplies in one hand and the glass in another. “Drink this.” He handed her the glass and set about cleaning up, chatting idly the whole while so she wouldn’t focus on it. “How was the rest of the party? Did you stay long? I don’t remember a whole lot after your texts got too big for my phone screen.” A pause. ”Did you ever find Wyatt and Quinn?” He vaguely remembered asking about them last night.
"Afternoon." She repeated, concluding that she spent the night and day in the bathroom passed out. How embarrassing. She looked up at him, how he was used to this sort of thing or not making any sort of face or rude comment. "Thank you." Was all that she could get out. Her stomach was finally at ease that she could eat some french fries after clean up. Staying where she was as told.
Putting her arm out she reached for the glass of water and sipped at it. "I stayed almost the whole night and I think someone got me a cab home." Wren shrugged lightly. "Wyatt and Quinn...yeah that like left together or something. And then Evie left. Then more people left. Then I was like shit, I should leave too." Remembering more of the night. "I made out with Angel."
𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗲 ̣̣ did u chunder? 🤢 do i need to watch out for u when we're drinking?
𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗲 ̣̣ silver lining of being me is i get the best bits though xx
𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗲 ̣̣ joking, i would've cleaned up your sick if u asked (ew, cliché, double ew).
𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗲 ̣̣ i called u a cab, apparently we were both too pissed to drive, do u remember anything from last night?
