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name. maria-divina gabriela reyes
nicknames. divina, dee, whatever you want. just don’t call her maria. she doesn’t answer to it anymore.
age. late 20s - mid 30s, verse dependent
appearance. tanned complexion, dark brown eyes, long black hair with overgrown, self-cut bangs. stands at 5'1". gamine, narrow frame. always wearing black.
dob/pob. 23 march. manila, philippines.
gender & sexuality. cis woman. probably bisexual but doesn't really know that about herself nor does she have the time to think about it.
occupation. head chef at her family's restaurant, kain tayo - takes this as seriously as possible, run the kitchen like the navy. very rarely at the front of the house.
residence. apartment right above said restaurant (city is negotiable; usually any major US city is fine; new york city is my default & chicago is a close second.)
basic disposition. quiet, standoffish, almost bored at times. not exactly the most approachable one in the group.
strengths. responsible, dedicated, honest, intelligent, blunt, practical.
weaknesses. stubborn, insensitive, detached, overworks, rigid.
family. parents both deceased. two brothers & one sister, all older. her brothers emilio & rizal work at the restaurant with her. emilio is the general manager & constantly brings his baby to work while his wife works at a hospital. meanwhile rizal kinda just does whatever job is needed except dishes but has been slacking lately. her sister amalia lives in california where she works as a fashion designer & she has minimal contact with the rest of her siblings which is becoming a point of contention between them.
in summary. baby of the family who hasn't quite grasped how to let go of grief. perpetually haunted by nightmares about a funeral meant for her, attended by her departed parents. doesn't know a lick of pop culture. enjoys reading but finds herself incapable of expressing her feelings. fosters an unhealthy attachment to her family's restaurant. takes in strays, both human and animal. always the designated cook at any gathering and please don’t fight her on this. can be pleasant if you get past the intense work schedule and minimal communication.
maybe having hair that’s has long as you are tall is why divina has so many headaches. never caused by your wonderful muses by the way because they can do no wrong.
An arbitrary amount of water is wasted on the hot concrete before Divina collects herself and gets back to business—both with the hose and the man woes.
"So he can come to the restaurant to visit me?" There is enough tomfoolery occurring at work. This guy appearing out of nowhere will only burn her patience to the ground.
She is shameful when she admits, "I gave him my real number. Then blocked him when I left the store.'
— aye. ah cringe intae maself. it started out as a holier than thou university thing where ah let everyone know thit Mark Renton From Leith was a vegetarian. used tae pretend it wis fir the animals, but actually ah just cannae stand the taste ay meat. — eatin meat's just wrong. it seems ah continue tae pretend.
He doesn't strike her as someone who would be benevolent enough to think about animals. Self-imposed dietary restrictions are odd to her.
"You are just saying that for the attention." The dog takes one look at Mark then huffs—unclear if it's an attempt at getting noticed or frustration at being in his presence. "Like when people say they like PETA."
By the time the sun hangs low on the west, Jules and Alfie have flaunted their city's most popular spots for Divina's benefit. She laughed at their big blue cock joke, was thoroughly impressed by the stars painted on First Ave, and saw the entire city from the top of the Foshay.
A little sunburnt and weary, the trio opted to go back to the apartment and make use of delivery apps rather than go out for dinner.
Bent over the couch at an unnatural angle, Jules dictates his ridiculously long order for Divina to input on his cracked phone. His chin rests on her shoulder while he yaps about what he would like to eat. Divina can't see it but Alfie, from where he sits at his desk, sees how Jules is kicking his feet.
"Yeah. That one—the mixer with chocolate custard and brownie pieces and hot fudge. Oh! Make it large. Pleeeease?"
Jules is a physical kind of guy. He loves touching as much as he loves being touched. His eye light up as she hits "add to cart." His gratitude manifests in a dozen smooches against the most ticklish spot on her neck. He doesn't even hear how Divina giggles about how this thing will give him a stomach ache.
@jupiterfree Kitsey sent: I can’t find my shirt.
Regardless of how late the night came about, Divina is wide awake at the usual time of around six o'clock. Her body is wired for it now, incapable of settling back to sleep.
this is one of the few areas where alice and divina are not in agreement. being a widow sounds ideal. and knowing how things are, her future husband will likely deserve his gruesome death. yes, alice has already decided that it will be gruesome. not that she'd have anything to do with it, but she's been told that manifestation works if you set your mind to it.
"i don't mind being associated with him, as long as it's clear to everyone that i outlived him. to highlight his failure."
because, you know, dying is something that simply wouldn't apply to alice, not if she can help it. but if anyone could solve the mystery of immortality, it may just be the most normal girl you know!
"you should still have a funeral, even if he isn't dead. a divorce funeral. something tasteful and elegant."
Certainly not in agreement but definitely on the same wavelength of strange and dreadful that makes it difficult for a third party to endure these conversations. Not that Divina would want to discuss this with anyone other than Alice, though. There are very few people that would understand.
The mere mention of funerals sends a bristle through her, like someone dragging a sharp tree branch up her back. Her expression—a deep frown—betrays her for a moment. Divina hopes the grimace disappears quick enough to be misconstrued as a thinking face.
"I would want to die first. So that I can haunt him. Especially if he decides to marry again."
She doesn't entertain the idea of a funeral at all.
[thinking about something i posted weeks ago] and another thing, divina is the guy who would take the time to clean crusty lids & nozzles because why is it caked with dried soy sauce whyyyyy
the gorillaz' bassist sucks his teeth with an exaggerated click. a shake of his head as he slips the sunglasses from his face. ' aw, tha's exactly wha's wrong with this generation. no compassion. bloke comes in 'ere emotionally devastated an' spiritually bankrupt . . . '
murdoc lumbers toward divina anyway, a chair clutched in one gnarly claw, dragging it across the floor with an ear-splitting screech before dropping into it backwards. arms folding over the backrest.
' i've had a terrible day. ' glassy eyes wander around the restaurant. ' mm, smells good in 'ere. ' the man meets her eyes. she doesn't look impressed. ' makes a nice change from whatever the hell tha' blue-haired twerp's been cookin'. regretting givin' him tha' delia cookbook now. massive mistake, love. '
Try as she might, her brother refuses to ban people from the restaurant for the sole basis of being deeply unlikable by Divina's standards. The list would be long enough to wrap around the earth at least once.
She does not look at him when she says, “My name is Divina.”
Gripping a wet towel, she takes calculated swipes across the table closest to Murdoc. Every crumb jumps in his direction.
“This is a restaurant—I am not here to make you feel better.”
“Milk and Honey has done irreparable damage to poetry.” She read that one all the way through—mostly because she is compelled to completion. “I would not recommend that one.”
