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Barbara Alvarez-Calleja // 25

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marcelcalleja‌:

 bunnybarbs ,

              “Why don’t you volunteer sometime?” inquiry rolled gently off his tongue, arms folded in tandem as a smug expression soon embellished his countenance. It was a right of passage between the two siblings, who shared a massive age gap, to be ruthlessly vexing to one another, russet hues flicking from the door back to his baby sister as if making sure any unprompted guest was truly gone. “I think it would be a good change of pace, I know dad would be enamored at the thought, truly.” Hands slid up to rest upon his own heart, offering a mocking grin as if to bounce off from her jest at any gray hair. Inevitably, Marcel turned away, turning on a well needed cup of coffee if he were to get through the morning before heading off to work once more, the male never keen on giving up the antiquated machine for a dreaded Keurig. “Scrambled eggs? I know there’s some leftover rice and plantains if you’re really hungry,” while the language never much adhered to them, any cuisines did, his mother a fantastic cook in their youth; Marcel certainly carrying the gene over. 

“Ew. Volunteer? Do I look like United Way?” Another eye-roll flushed over her face, a look that wasn’t unbeknownst to her elder brother. Her brother’s remark about their dad left her silent for a few minutes, which was entirely a new look for her. After all, this was a new look for her. Hand glazed over to the bowl of fruit which so often laid vibrant and bright upon their table, a humble homage to when their mother would often cut them fruit back at home. Her eyes filled somewhat with guilt, her mouth slanting out of a brief sadness before her gaze returned back to him. She loved him, after all. She didn’t think she loved much, but she definitely did love him. “Not that hungry, but thanks, Marcel. Actually... could I get those eggs? Please?” Her tone changing from snarky to genuinely kind was a monumental moment, but for a second, she genuinely valued him. Taking a banana, she shrugged off the thought that she was becoming inevitably soft. It would just be the long night of drinking and debauchery she just had, she thought. No point in beating a dead horse.

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robertflvnagan‌:

                       He noticed something odd disrupted his creativity, scraping the stained paint that plastered against the surface of his arm as he stepped outside of his studio for some fresh air. Demand on his work happened to be low, and as much as scouting brand new customers proved to be much of a hassle, Robert felt inclined to continue the hunt. His objective goal came to a standstill at the wanderings of a curvaceous brunette, raising a brow as if to ponder upon whether she appeared at the right residence.      “Surely you’re looking for someone else?”   Since relocating to Devinstone, the Scot couldn’t recall one defining moment of someone actually coming to his studio. He could hope this would be a misunderstanding, yet also hope for authentic interest in his craft for once.  “I mean, the liquor store is down that way, and I know the beach isn’t too far from here. I might be wrong, though —- correct me if I am. Can I get a name?” Robert posed, discouraging himself from making note of the obvious; his frequent, dishevelled appearance due to acrylic stains. @bunnybarbs​

“Cute.” Barbara murmured to herself, her word acting as less of a response to the man in front of her, but more of a subtle snark remark to herself. Liquor store and beaches. Not as though she was unfamiliar with either settings in any frame, but, the two locations being synonymous with her very being seemed somewhat hilarious at arms length. She contemplated simply walking out in that minute, but that seemed far too crude, even for her. “Barbara.” The brunette wouldn’t indulge him with her all-too familiar pet-name or even surname. “Look, chill out, officer. I’m genuinely just here to find out about this studio or whatever.” How blasé could Barbara truly act? She walked around the other in what was barely deemed clothing, eyeing up the stuff in his studio. “So, is it always this empty?” She could barely conceal the smirk on her face, leaning back against one of the tables for support. 

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001. When is their birthday? 002. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday? 003. Does your character like coffee better, or tea? 004. Do they prefer being alone or with others? 005. Are they in good health? 006. What sense do they most rely on? 007. Is your character an optimist or a pessimist? 008. What is their favorite fairy tale? 009. Do they believe in happy endings? 010. Do they believe in love at first sight? 011. How would your character court the person of their dreams? 012. What makes your character embarrassed? 013. Have they ever been bullied or teased? 014. Detail one secret shame your character feels. 015. Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? 016. What is their choice of weapon? 017. When does your character think that violence is justified or deserved? 018. Your character wakes up to find that war has been declared. What do they do? 019. If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? 020. What are their hobbies? 021. How do they display affection? 022. What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? 023. What do they consider beautiful in others physically? 024. What do they consider ugly in others physically? 025. What do they consider beautiful in others personality-wise? 026. What do they consider ugly in others personality-wise? 027. What is their idea of perfect happiness? 028. What makes them laugh out loud? 029. What sort of sense of humor does your character have? 030. Do they believe in the afterlife? 031. Are they superstitious about anything? 032. Does your character believe in ghosts? 033. Do they keep their promises? 034. What’s their view of lying? 035. What is the most important rule your character lives by? 036. How honorable is your character? 037. If your character saw someone drop a large sum of money and knew that they could probably take it without anyone noticing, what would they do? 038. What bad habits do they have? 039. What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? 040. What is their obsession? 041. Are they comfortable with technology? 042. What is their greatest achievement? 043. What will they stand up for? 044. What disgusts them? 045. Does your character have any chronic medical conditions? 046. How do they handle getting sick? 047. What was the last medical problem your character had? 048. Do they have any allergies? 049. How does your character feel about growing old? 050. How does your character feel about their own mortality? 051. If they knew they would die tomorrow, what would they do today? 052. What is your character’s worst flaw? 053. What is your character’s greatest strength? 054. Does your character want power or authority of any kind? 055. Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? 056. Has your character ever struck someone in anger? 057. Has your character ever killed anyone? 058. What is your character’s idea of a perfect day? 059. List several phrases your character is fond of uttering. Where did they pick them up? 060. What is your character’s attitude toward education and learning? 061. Does your character prefer adventure or safety and security? 062. What sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind? 063. How well does your character handle difficult people? 064. In what ways does your character annoy others? 065. Is your character better at leading or following? Which do they prefer? 066. Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature? 067. Does your character believe in fate or destiny? 068. How strong is your character’s sense of responsibility? What kinds of things trigger it? 069. What about your character is heroic? 070. What about your character is cowardly? 071. How kind is your character? 072. In a Dungeons & Dragons game, which class would your character be? (wizard, fighter, bard, priest, ranger, etc.) 073. In a novel, what plot role would your character fill? 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What is your character’s goal in life? 094. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to know. 095. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to do. 096. How do they move and carry themselves? What energy do they project? 097. How well do they adapt to change? 098. Does your character like animals? 099. Do they talk to inanimate objects? 100. Does your character dream? If so, what do they dream about?

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marcelcalleja‌:

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               Marcel slipped down the stairs of his home, holding back any repugnant scowl as the random snippet of a stranger sidled through the back door, certainly never to be seen again. Inadvertently, once their father had gotten progressively more sick, Bunny had gauchely tumbled through the cracks of any familial support they once had to offer. Time dedicated to top of the notch care, round the clock doctors visits to make him comfortable and as a result, Marcel had to acquire the means to help her out. Sometimes, the reminder grated on him more than he’d like to admit — a vertiginous amalgam of guilt overcoming him. “Who— I … nevermind,” extempore fell near wearily from his lips, shaking his head in tandem defeat, “I  don’t wanna know. You hungry?”  

A sigh escaped her lips as soon as the stranger left, the oak door slamming against its threshold as though to signify the end of her plea for the man to leave. No, she did not want to cuddle afterwards. That was a given at this point in her life. “Don’t bother.” Bunny murmured, but it seemed as though he had already received the message. The honesty sat heavy on her arms, dragging her elbows against the marble finish in front of her as she rubbed her weary face. Oh, how she had compared herself so many times to the man across the kitchen island. No longer, though. Bunny had given up on childish retorts and pathetic attempts from her psyche to become the golden child her older brother moulded himself upon. “Not if you’re making toast. I don’t eat carbs.” He knew that, though. She was never easy to live with, even when she was a baby. Filled the rooms with her sobs and dejection; which never ceased to change, even at the age of twenty-five. “How was work? Is that grey hair?” Bunny smirked, leaning over the counter to dab at her older brother’s locks. “Is the entire weight of the firefighting industry on your shoulders again?”

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magnoliamtchll‌:

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“Don’t get me wrong–” the fire-haired girl started, looking at the person next to her, they didn’t ask for this, but since when did a southern girl wait for someone else to start anything? “I love the weather here, it’s like, cool, and breezy, and who would hate this?” Her drawl leached out of every word, “but oh my goodness,  I ain’t ever gonna get used to this tea, this ain’t tea, this is–” She turned her nose up at it, “it’s just– ew.” 

People cared about such trivial things. The fun in anything was absolutely drained by tedious conversation, laced with mundanities nobody Barbara’s age should even begin to worry about. Bunny’s phoned was propped up with her right hand, allowing herself to continuously examine her own vision in the front camera. As soon as the other girl started speaking, the brunette rolled her eyes and exhaled a soft sigh. She put the device down, turning to the other girl as though a clear enough sign she wasn’t exactly here for a Tripadvisor review. “So why don’t you move? I mean, what makes good tea then?”   

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reaganoliveira‌:

It was her day off, so technically, she wasn’t obliged to do anything about it, really. Sitting by the bar in King’s Head, Reagan leaned against it slightly as the argument nearby turned heated. Security was bound to intervene soon, but as she watched, so did the one in charged with an amused expression on his features. “Drinks and a show, how about that?” She let out around a light laugh as the men tried to one up the other without a second thought to who was watching. “Did you catch what they started arguing about?” Reagan inquired, leaning closer to the person before her. 

A drink during the day was never bound to be in-line with social convention, but the youngest Alvarez-Calleja had little remorse for convention. After all, if some invisible governing body were to discern her every move, she would’ve been in a metaphorical societal prison long ago. Thus, the little brunette perched herself firmly in her booth, phone in hand, eyes caught by a stir that had occurred. Of course, like many her age, her first reaction was to exhale laughs to herself and prop up her phone to start recording. It wasn’t until the other woman decided to speak that Barbara rolled her eyes and turned off the recording. “No. Not my business, so I’m staying uninvolved. I guess anything is entertaining here, though. Do you go to a lot of bars midday? Does this usually happen?” Of course, her tone towards the end wasn’t erring on the side of curious, her lips turning into a smirk. Her own entertainment wouldn’t go amiss.

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