sweet creature. had another talk about where it's going w r o n g. but we're still young, we don't know where we're going but we know where we belong.
dependent muse for @moonvalleyhq
the moon motel had been home for the past week and the thing that reagan liked most was the maid. she and her partner in crime most definitely had a tendency to make a mess, so having someone to clean up all the beer bottles and pizza boxes was a blessing from high above. she sat in the parking lot, sitting on the edge of the curb with her phone in her hands while she checked her reflection in her phone. her hair was a mess, but at least her eyebrows were still on. her right knee had a pink band-aid over a scrape, which had come from her dog dragging her for half a block before he realized his human wasn’t walking. a quick giggle left her mouth as she remembered the incident and she shook her head at herself, turning her head to the side to look herself over one more time. “ where’s the prettiest place here? “ she asked the person nearest to her. “ in your very honest opinion. “
Leander had just gotten off his work shift at the amusement park and was practically starving because he had skipped breakfast that morning and it was now well past lunch time. Walking with intent, he made his way to one of his favorite food stands inside the park and ordered a large chocolate milkshake and some really salty french fries. Once he obtained his lunch, which was really more of just a snack, Leander glanced around the immediate area and spotted a familiar face sitting at one of the picnic tables. He meandered over and, with a grin, he began to speak. “Hey,” He called out as he began to sit next to them. “You should try and dip some of these fries into my shake with me,” He proposed in suggestion. “I know you’ll like it because I have evolved taste buds,” He lied in explanation, hoping that the other would catch on that he was simply joking around. “I’m practically a superhero. I could save the world if I wanted to,” Leander chuckled, shaking his head. “But, no, seriously, if you try it and really don’t like it, then I’ll do whatever you want as payback.”
one eye closed slowly, her hands bringing the camera up to her right eye. the view was amazing and the camera seemed to love absolutely everything in moon valley. reagan took a quick burst of photos and then pulled the camera down to look at them. a satisfied smile appeared on her face as she walked away from the glowing ride. it wasn’t even night time, but the ride was brighter than her future. reagan sat down at a table, taking a look through her camera roll and deleting the dumb photos - like blurry ones or failed selfies. when a voice drew her attention away from her camera, she looked up in curiosity. the people here were of a different breed, in a good way, and she had never been so welcomed anywhere in her life. “ are the fries good? “ she asked, reaching out to take one before hesitantly dipping one into the shake. “ i’ve never had the food here, the guy at the motel said to not eat it. “
Humming along to the music wafting over from the speakers Marian floated through the Silent Sounds Record Store. They never really bought anything, seeing it as they didn’t own a record player to begin with, but music had the habit of bringing together people in the most curious ways so they liked to hang around and pretend to be browsing once in a while. Business was slow at this time of the day and they’d had half a mind to leave and find something else to keep busy with when they spied a potential victim at a nearby shelf — had they been spacing out so badly they hadn’t noticed?
With their friendliest of smiles they sauntered over, leaning over just enough to sneak a peek at the record the person was looking at.
“Oh! Interesting choice. Would you recommend that one, then?”
she walked around the store lazily, hair up in the messiest ponytail known to mankind and nail polish chipping off with each second passing by. a melody was caught in her head and if she wasn’t in public, she’d have been singing along with the soft song playing in her mind. she was sure she had a record player somewhere in the van, probably underneath all of her junk, and if she didn’t, at least they looked kinda cool, right? her head peeked up at a voice talking to someone next to her. like her usual nosy self, she peered over and looked at the record before looking at the person who had spoken up. “ ew, no. don’t take that one, every song is just her moaning out the words. “ she paused. “ unless you’re into that, i guess.”
elliot was drying a cocktail glass for the tourist man sitting at the bar counter. it was the last thirty minutes of his shift and he couldn’t wait to get home. he honestly enjoyed his job, and by the time of two and a half years, he had pretty much mastered the making of the weirdest drinks this place had to offer. yet again, he found himself in a conversation little too familiar. the drunk man was asking him about aliens. eli had yet to decide if this daily topic with the customers was his favorite or least favorite part of his job. he suddenly saw a familiar face appear to the other corner of the table, but he couldn’t just stop the conversation with the tourist right there and then.
“oh yeah, there’s totally been aliens here. i’ve actually seen a couple. they abducted my dog” eli explained with the most convincing tone he could. he took a glimpse with his side eye to the person sitting in the corner, waving him to come to say hi. while the man remained shocked, elliot quickly explained that he would have to go and serve the other customers. “yeah, i know, i don’t believe in the alien shit. and i’ve never owned a dog, but you couldn’t believe the shit the tourists here believe. and what brings you here?”
a tourist herself, reagan didn’t quite know what to believe. she could’ve sworn she saw something in the sky the other night and since she didn’t know what it was, technically it would qualify as an unidentified flying object, right? she stopped by the bar on her way to the moon motel, finding herself with a sudden craving to just get hammered. part of her wanted to leave the town, but the other part - namely her heart and her soul, were yelling at her to stay. the aesthetic was calling her name, even she couldn’t deny it.
“ well i am a tourist,” she teased playfully. “ but don’t even worry about it, if i’ve been here as long as you have i’m sure i’d be a skeptic too.” she rested her camera bag on the bar before continuing to speak. “ wait, how long have you been here? “ she didn’t give him a chance to answer. “ i’ve literally only been here for a week, but i’m at least fifteen percent sure i’ve seen some aliens. “ a joke left her lips as she leaned against the bar.
TAKING A SIP from her latte, cozied up in the corner of the coffee shop around the corner from her home, luna showed an intense focus on her laptop in front of her. anyone passing by would surely be confused, as it was just a .gif of a green alien dancing, but luna swears it’s for work. it’s to spark inspiration. at least … it should be. “ hey, sorry to bother you- ” she said, tapping the shoulder of the customer sitting at the table next to her. she turned her laptop to face them, as she asked “ does this spark any inspiration to you ? like … what do you think his story is ? ”
with photoshop open and an airy vibe around her, reagan felt right at home. everything here was so pretty and mystical, and for the first time in a long time, she felt truly inspired to take actual good photos. she took a long sip from the iced mocha by her side before saving a photo and opening up another one to edit. noel was a great model and he photographed very well, especially when he was intensely doing something. as she was about to begin editing, someone tapped her on the shoulder, gaining her attention. she turned to the girl with a smile on her face, then looked at the gif moving around on her screen. a small giggle left her lips before she spoke her mind. “ well - truthfully, he looks like he’s just having a good time. always down to dance, always down to party. “
[ ooc ] so sorry this is ugly but i’m mobile and im hecka distracted so i’m not keeping track of anything but pls hmu cause i’ll respond i’m just a hoe
if ur looking for a good time, call 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐲𝐜𝐳𝐞𝐤 @ 1-800-urahoe!
holy shit! did you see that? oh wait, that’s just reagan byczek, the local maggie lindemann lookalike. apparently, she’s been in Moon Valley for one whole week ! they’re very intrepid, but also pretty heedless, which is why: contagious laughter, watching meteor showers on rooftops, expensive camera lenses, blind adventures in the desert, singing off key on road trips, effortless candid photos and wanderlust dripping from open veins describes their vibe effortlessly. I wonder what this 21 year old hopes to discover in good ol’ Moon Valley.
IDK even where to start because reagan is all over the place and i wish she’d just calm down for two seconds.
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reagan is the result of a one night stand. her mother is just like her, even to this day, and they’re actually still super tight. everything her mom did was for her and they’re honestly bff’s idc.
her full name is reagan nicole byczek, which gives her the initials rnb and she thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world. whenever she signs her artwork or whatever, she signs it like that and probably has a pun about it too.
artwork? what artwork? oh - she’s an art hoe. not really, but she does photography! it’s quite honestly the one thing she’s good at besides making friends and going on adventures okay. she started when she was fourteen because her high school made her take a photography class to get an art credit, but she really liked it.
her instagram is probably something lame like @ rnbphotography sksksks but she posts her photos there a ton and she sells certain photos for a lot of money. she’s also done some photography for small magazines and stuff like that, just for the money and to build up her resume.
is in this whole mess because of noel, who is her bff and partner in crime. they’ve been roaming around for a bit in a van and she has 100% started an instagram for the van and it 100% has more followers than her personal instagram.
is hoe-nestly up for anything? mostly a laid back kinda girl, i imagine her to definitely have a uh... surfer guy trapped in her tiny lil body sksksksks
will get pulled around by her dog. she doesn’t walk her dog, her dog walks her.
THAT’S LITERALLY ALL I CAN THINK I’M SORRY I’M L8 HMU FOR PLOTS
