“Reasons I always stick to classics, they can only do so much before they end up having to brand it a whole other thing” She smiled slightly before shaking her head. “I look at cupcakes like people they might look good on the outside but they’re disappointing on the inside” She laughed before making a face. “Now I realize it makes it sound like I’m eating people…bad comparison” She wrinkled her nose. “No please, have some. Because I know by the end of the week I’ll have gotten half a dozen for myself” She grinned. “Well you know now for future references
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“That’s one of the best comparisons I’ve ever heard, honestly. I couldn’t tell you the amount of people that come into my store and ask to speak to someone that actually knows what they’re talking about, and when I tell them I run the store alone and can prove my knowledge to them, they get nasty. But that’s on being a female in a male-dominated hobby, I guess.” Bee gave her eyes a playful roll at her own comment, a soft chuckle leaving the back of her throat as she reached forward to pull the cupcake towards herself. “If it makes you feel better, I didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that it sounded like you’re eating people, so I think that speaks volumes on who I am.” She motioned to the sweet treat, lips tugging into a smile. “Thank you. For this.”
Meeting Beatrice had been a blessing in his life from the jump. Sure, she was a lovely woman who he enjoyed speaking with and getting to know, but beyond that she had been an absolutely invaluable source of knowledge. Sweeney had never been a huge fan of comics and superheroes growing up, always liking them somewhat but never too interested. When people would ask his favorite, he would simply say Batman and move on. He didn’t even know the difference between DC and Marvel. But Bee had introduced him to a whole new world, educating him over piles of memorabilia at her shop. They had created a bit of a routine. He’d feed her, she’d educate him. It was a win-win all around. And, of course, he was only joking when he said her superhero knowledge was the most valuable thing she had brought to his life, but it was still fun to act as if it was.
It wasn’t until he felt her hand on his apron that he remembered he was wearing it, blushing slightly at being caught, even moreso at her comment. She knew him well enough to know that he was trying to be sneaky about it right now. “What the bride doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?” he reached behind him, untying his apron and sliding it under the entrance to the catering area. “See? It’s like nothing ever happened.”
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The two felt like opposites in personality sometimes. While Beatrice embraced the more childish things in life, Sweeney was dedicated to his business, always looking prim and proper and seemingly unapproachable. But, after an extensive conversation with him about which superheroes she preferred over others, she’d gotten to know him enough to know that he wasn’t as serious as he appeared. Or maybe he just made an exception for certain people, including herself. At this point in their relationship, they had a bond that she favored, her favorite part of the week being when she’d go to his restaurant and they’d sit together, eating food hat was almost comparable to her mother’s and discussing theories and choices in movie casting for comic book adaptations. He let her ramble on, and she brought out a side of him that other people never saw.
Now, as he blushed, Beatrice let her lips tug into a wide smile, her fingers staying on his chest until he moved to untie the apron. “You and I both know that she probably has some secret intuition about you working right now. She may be distracted being head over heels in love, but you’re too tall to fly under the radar, and she’s too keen on making sure you’re taken care of.” Bee had heard stories about Ezra ever since the little blonde had met Sweeney. If anything, his bond with the bride only drew Bee in more, which was a good thing in her opinion. “But, for your benefit, I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything. You have to agree to dance with me, though. Think you can handle that?”
Aine watched the woman closely as she examined the icing on her finger before hesitantly, and reluctantly licking it off and making a face. “See that’s the thing about those types of decorated cupcakes…they look so pretty but they sacrifice the taste of them” She sighed dramatically. “That’s why I stick with the basics, chocolate, red velvet, and vanilla.” She smiled softly. “I’ll share mine with you if you’d like…I’ve had entirely too many sweets today as it is” She pushed the untouched vanilla cupcake towards her. “Honestly you’d be doing me a favor”
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“Why do confectionery geniuses feel the need to burn me like this? Honestly, if you’re gonna make a cupcake look this good and make me want to eat it, the least you can do is make it taste decent in the end. Or maybe I’m just asking for too much.” Beatrice let out a small chuckle, her brown eyes trained on Aine now that she was finished speaking. “No, you really don’t need to do that. If anything, I just like complaining sometimes, because then I feel like I’m no longer bottling my emotions up, even if it’s just about a dumb, overpriced cupcake.” The brunette’s lips tugged into a smile as she said this, her body falling back to lean against the chair. “I learned my lesson the hard way, I guess.”
With the frosting of a fresh cupcake on the tip of her finger, Beatrice took a deep breath as she looked at it. It was colored light purple, stark white sugar crystals sprinkled throughout it and begging to be tasted. The only problem was, the smell of it wasn’t entirely appetizing, and her nerves were starting to get the best of her. After a moment of thought, though, she licked her finger clean of it, the taste bitter against her taste buds as she wrinkled her nose and looked at @littleorphanaine. “It wasn’t as good as I wanted it to be,” she muttered, her whole body shaking with chills as she slid the cupcake away from her. “And now I’m sad.”
◜ ☆ ｡ ‘ you should know that you don’t kick if you don’t have to. all’s fair in love and war, i know, don’t get me wrong. but if you listen to your heart it may mislead you; lord i should know, i’ve felt lost for so long . ‘
NAME : BEATRICE ‘BEE’ LUNA
AGE : TWENTY-FIVE YEARS
PRONOUNS : SHE/HER
HOMETOWN : SALTA, ARGENTINA
TIME IN ATLANTA : TWENTY-TWO YEARS
OCCUPATION : OWNER OF KAPOW! COMIC BOOK SHOP
FACECLAIM : CAMILA MORRONE
WRITER INFO : RACHAEL - 27 - EST - SHE/HER
It may very well be an antique shop, and most of the ones Juliet had gone to typically had classical music playing in the background. But in her shop that wasn’t the case. The Brit liked to have soft R&B, some eighties, even some Celtic or Bollywood playing through the speakers in her shop. That is, when the bloody things actually worked. They were almost 10 years old, she knew this, and yet every time one decided to glitch out it somehow shocked the former spook. Who knew something like that would catch her off her game. Standing on what looked like a haphazard ladder in the corner of the store, the brunette attempted to fiddle with the speaker on a high shelf. Her attention to the project was broken when she heard the unmistakable chime of the bells on the shop’s door jingle. “Welcome in!” She called out, carefully waving from her perch in the corner. “Just let me know if you need anything. I just put on a fresh pot of tea, in case it’s…lord forgive the expression…in case it’s your cup of tea.” Juliet snorted to herself. @atlanta-rpgstarters
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She had a problem, and it came in the form of collecting old things. Once or twice a week, Bee found herself in thrift shops or antique stores, the tips of her fingers seeking out old surfaces, eyes fixated on the object as she wondered so much about it. Of course once she’d formulated a story for it in her mind, she needed to take it home with her and clear some shelf space for it, no matter what she ended up buying. Her mother had told her arguably too many times that she would run out of room eventually, but she never listened. Now, as she used her shoulder to push the door into her favorite shop, she paused at the entrance, brows furrowing as she heard a voice but didn’t see anyone to connect it to. After a moment, though, she saw the waving of a limb and chuckled, her head cocking to the side as she approached slowly. “I’m really not an expert on safety or anything...” she muttered, her brown eyes focused on the makeshift ladder beneath the brunette’s feet. “But I’m not entirely sure that’s safe, either.”
Priscilla had recently just watched The Little Mermaid on Disney Plus and growing up it was the perfect children’s move to enjoy and love but as an adult there were so many flaws that she spotted that she felt she needed to discuss with the person beside her; “Hear me out on this but-…” Pree started; “Is anyone going to call Ariel out for being a liar and a hoarder?” not that she didn’t enjoy the Disney movie for what it was but there was a lot wrong with the Princess herself; “not to mention a little brat, like if I ever met a real life person who kept a treasure trove full of things that looked exactly like me-… I would call the cops. Just saying”
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As a self-proclaimed professional rambler, Beatrice was always ready and willing to participate in deep conversations about seemingly nothing. That’s why, when Ariel’s name was thrown out there, her eyes immediately found the girl next to her, a smile playing on her full lips. “I think that’s the whole point of it, though. She keeps insisting to her father that she’s not a child anymore, but she keeps all these childish things in her possession. Then she runs away to get some legs and she’s very quickly proven wrong. So no, I don’t think anyone actually thought to call her out on her bullshit apart from her father, and really that’s where they went wrong.” Bee gave her eyebrows a quick giggle as she said this, her head shaking almost immediately after. “Young love, am I right?”
Now that the ceremony had completed and it was into the reception, Sweeney’s duties had shifted significantly. He’d gone from his main concern being attending to the bride’s every need, to ensuring that the catering was going smoothly. He’d promised Ezra that he wouldn’t work at the wedding, letting his staff handle it, but he couldn’t help but at least want to supervise. Which had very quickly turned into him tossing an apron over his suit, going through and making sure things were absolutely perfect. Content with the food for now, and forgetting entirely that he had ever donned the apron, he exited the food prep area, walking backwards as he called out a final instruction to a staff member. It wasn’t until he felt himself bump into something, that he turned around. Thankfully, to a familiar face. “Oh, Bee, thank goodness. Now I can only be moderately embarrassed, bumping into someone I know instead of a complete stranger.” he chuckled, briefly taking in the sight of her. “You look lovely. Are you enjoying the wedding? Sorry for nearly trampling you.”
@bumblingbeatrice
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Ever the hopeless romantic, Bee practically jumped at the thought of attending a wedding. She’d met Jaden quite a few times in her shop, getting arguably too caught up in conversations about superheros and their main purpose; it wasn’t every day that she met someone that let her ramble on for ten minutes straight, but she was more than happy about it. Of course, the ceremony had been beautiful, causing the brunette to shed quite a few tears; she’d never experienced a love quite like the couple’s, and it almost made her forlorn. But instead of wallowing in this feeling, Beatrice decided to make herself useful, noticing bits of trash and empty slushie cups scattered on the tables, guests mingling with each other and taking up space on the dance floor. Keeping her eyes down, the tall girl began gathering things up, slipping between people as she worked to clear everything out. However, feeling a figure bump into her, Bee let out a small squeak, her body jumping up as she turned to look up at Sweeney. “Oh, Jesus,” she chuckled softly, pressing her free hand to her chest to still her nerves after the jolt. It only took a short second before her lips tugged into a shy grin, cheeks turning soft pink at his compliment. “If I’m gonna ram into someone, I’m glad it’s you.” Reaching forward, Bee smoothed a hand over his apron, flashing him an almost devious look before her arm dropped back down to her side. “Does the bride know you’re working right now?”
@bumblebeeinghuman: there’s no better excuse to close your shop and buy arguably too many roses than the wedding of my best customer. congratulations to @jadenlapointe and @ezrajeanlapointe. it was the most beautiful thing ♥
25 years old from salta, argentina and has been in atlanta for twenty-two years. currently working as the owner of kapow! comic book shop [ rachael, 27, she/her, EST ]
full name: beatrice giovanna luna
birthdate: june 16th, 1995
age: 25
height: 5’9”
biography –
Born to an Italian mother and an Argentinian father, Beatrice Luna was a bit of a free-spirited child. She was three when they moved from Salta, Argentina to Atlanta, Georgie, but from what she remembered from her time in another country, she was encouraged to do as she pleased. With a designer for a mother and an artist and writer for a father, Bee’s creative side always took precedence, color pencils, crayons, and paints spattered on every surface of her playroom while she swirled designs into the already bright walls, the repercussions a quick critique from her parents before sending her on her merry way. Bee was three years old when her father received a job offer at a publishing house in Georgia, promoted to the head of illustrations and given an opportunity they just couldn’t turn down. Of course this news felt devastating to a three year old, hardly old enough to remember her surroundings but knowing she was home; but it was for the better of their family, and in the end the money and opportunity outweighed the need to feel home.
It was easy to adjust to life in the states, at least for her anyway. She found that her creative outlets were more accepted, integrating easily as she entered school age and started picking up on others quirks. Reading and throwing herself into a world of fantasy became the new normal for her, as well as activities such as drama club and writing poetry. Beatrice wasn’t one to attempt to limit herself for anything, and as she formed her own unique personality, she let herself shine without drawing in too much attention. She liked blending in with the background, the allure of being from out of the country quickly fading away as the years went on.
From a young age, Bee knew that she was just a little bit different than everyone else around her. It wasn’t that she was a genius, or that she had something physically different about her, but rather the way her mind worked. With the knowledge that there were people in the world that enjoyed things that “normal” humans found peculiar, the young girl embraced it all. Of course, being a nerd was a common personality trait, and as a female she hardly found it as an excuse to label herself as different, rather letting other people do that for her. With a comic book and figurine collection that required an entire room to itself, Beatrice embraced every odd aspect about herself.
Now in her mid-twenties. Beatrice owns her own comic book and collectibles shop---appropriately named KAPOW!---which she spends most of her time at. She’s been known to talk peoples ears off about her favorite superheroes, whether they’re a DC or a Marvel person, and which alternative ending to which book they liked the best. Her personality is quirky and vibrant, always seen with a smile on her face and her chocolate brown locks in loose waves around her shoulders. Bee is the epitome of carefree, and that’s how she likes it.
