about a girl;

francesca lim; twenty, accounting student, kickass clerk at dead poet

[raekaplan]

“Hey, hey.” He nudged the other with a mischievous smile. “What happened to the astronaut who stepped on chewing gum?” Ben was having a hard time holding back his laughter for the delivery of the pun. He was so amused by it, one of his colleagues had told him it earlier because it reminded them of him and rightfully so. He was snickering until the person responded. “.. He got stuck in Orbit.” It wasn’t exactly the most funniest science joke of them all, but Ben was probably overtired and couldn’t contain himself. He’d been up and running since 5 o’clock in the morning. 

[cescalim-blog]

Maybe Francesca had a poor sense of humor or maybe she’d had her head buried in too many chapters of accounting theory that by now she found anything funny. Whatever the reason, she was giggling at the man’s joke. “I don’t suppose you have another one of those, do you?” she asked. “Because for once, laughing feels good.”

[darcynixon]

“This little kid is staying in the hotel with his parents – and I mean, he’s little enough to not be in school or anything, like, three or four – and apparently he’s so psyched for Halloween that he’s been wearing his Halloween costume whenever he can. So I hung out with a little Spiderman while his parents were looking over the itinerary I pulled up for them. He told me I was pretty and he’d protect me from Green Goblin.”

[cescalim-blog]

Warmth fell into Francesca’s body and it wasn’t the tea she just had that morning. “Kids are the cutest,” she noted aloud. “I babysit this kid in my building and she started out a total nightmare, was throwing food at me and putting kick me signs on me when I wasn’t looking, but after a week of watching her while her mom was at work, she hugged me goodbye and said I was the best sister she had.”

[remingtongxllagher]

“No, no, you don’t understand. I need them. They’re the only way I can sleep…” He felt bad for the girl behind the counter, who finally handed him the prescription sleeping pills he’d been trying to refill. Remington barely got out a thank you before he was opening the bottle, turning around and running straight into the person who had been behind him, dropping the bottle as half of the pills skittered around the tile between them, “Shit.”

[cescalim-blog]

Francesca was too engrossed in trying to remember the most out of the list in her hand to pay attention to where she was going. It eventually ended up with her running straight into another body. “Oh, cripes,” she muttered, pressing a hand to her forehead in embarrassment.  “I’m sorry about that. Let me help you with that.”

[buffonia]

[veraxnixon-blog]

“You better be offerin’ me a drink or asking me to dance, ‘cause I ain’t interested in chit-chat, baby.”

[cescalim-blog]

“Well, I was just about to ask you for a drink,” the brunette said with a laugh. “I tried with all the other cowboys but they’re too busy daddying up the prettier Janes.”

[danielgauthier-deactivated20190]

Where there was a party, there was Daniel Gauthier. Stepping into the house, suit and tie to match, his eyes raked the crowd and interior. Offering nodding greetings to passerby’s before he walked up to the bar area. He turned on his heels, leaning back at the bar as he kept his eyes on the swindling crowd. “Isn’t this quite the spiffy gathering swell old Lawrence put together? I must say, the Jane’s in this join are looking rather swell, wouldn’t you agree? Hope we don’t run into any wet blankets or dead soldiers as the evening rolls on.”

[cescalim-blog]

It wasn’t an easy feat to get into the Griffiths mansion with the great influx of people at the party but Francesca made it. And she knew what she needed straight after that ordeal: a drink. She found herself one by the bare and nestled it in her hand as she took sporadic sips. “It is,” she answered, although she was sure that that was merely the man’s rhetoric. “Pretty damn swanky compared to what I’m used to, I say.”

[d-milestone-blog]

“Pipe down,” Danielle asserted to the other. “I’ve only got one business here and one alone.” The witch hunter pulled out a torn and battered photograph that she had been carrying in her pocket for months. “Tell me you’ve seen this Jane and maybe i’ll buy you some hooch.” 

[cescalim-blog]

Francesca might’ve been a little tipsy from drinking, but then again, maybe she would’ve reacted the same if she was sober. A light giggle from her lips lasted a good ten or so seconds after the blonde first addressed her. “Whoa there,” she said, surprise wasn’t lacking in her tone. “Aren’t you one loose bearcat. Have a drink first.”

[norightorwrongway]

Parties was never really his thing, but this one was supposidly the one everyone was talking about, he just had to go. He knew a lot of people was going to be there, and he knew it would be a good way for him to gather information, or maybe even take action. Right now though, the only action he was getting was ordering drinks at the bar, from a tender who couldn’t seem to tend to any other but the Janes surrounding him. He rolled his eyes at that. “Excuse me, Big six?” He ironically said as he pointed at his glass. “Would you mind filling this up?” 

[cescalim-blog]

Francesca was leaning her back against the bar, with a drink in her hand. She watched the goings-on of the party around her when her attention was roused by the tall man beside her. He looked like he could use a drink and clearly wasn’t getting any. She smirked, then said, “Fella, I don’t think you’re gonna get much unless you’re a dame with a bosom he’s interested in.”

[cescalim-blog]

New York city; 1922

Character’s Involvement With The Alleged Witches, If Any:

     She is aware of the witchy things a-brewing, but is not a witch herself. It fascinates her, to a certain degree. She has questions and curiosities she wants answered but doesn’t actively seek it out.

Character’s New Personality and Backstory:

     With a borrowed name and a borrowed life, Francesca Lim learned to borrow little pieces of things from everybody she meets, whether it’s with their permission or not.

     Other than being left on a doorstep of a church in Queens and being subsequently handed off to the first willing, kind but financially struggling couple in Brooklyn, she knows nothing of where she’s from or who her real parents were. Growing up alongside two other adopted siblings, Francesca found it hard to fit in. She didn’t do well in school and dropped out of high school just right before graduation. She found a job working waitress shifts at a restaurant in Manhattan.

     Of course, waitressing is not the thing she wishes to do all her life. No, Francesca has always wanted to be a singer. When she was younger, she spent nights sat in the fire escape, writing her own music and humming along to melodies that have been stuck in her head. When she isn’t waiting on tables for sexist pigs, she goes to backend pubs and the fancier speakeasies to take over the stage. If the tips from the glamorous waitress-slash-struggling artist lifestyle aren’t enough to make ends meet, the young girl ends up charming a few business men out of a couple hundred bucks behind the closed doors of a dingy hotel room.

     Personality-wise, Francesca is different in a lot of ways. She is recklessly outspoken and confident. She has a temper that runs short when she doesn’t get what she wants. She owns few to no morals. She is willing to do whatever it is to get what she wants. A lot of the time, it ends up with her in trouble. 

[kenny-torres-deactivated2023122]

“Oh no” he said, flashing her a sweet grin “My parents own this restaurant. I used to work here when I was in high school and college but tonight, they just put me to work because I was annoying them”. 

[cescalim-blog]

“That’s quite a coincidence,” she noted aloud. “This place is one of my mom’s favorite places to come by. Tell me: how exactly were you annoying your parents? Because I could use some tips.”

[leylahaas]

“Yeah… see, if I was to walk into a church, I’d probably burst into flames. I’m also a shitty ass cook or baker.. whatever you call it. Don’t think I’ll be of much use for ya, sorry.”

[cescalim-blog]

“I’m fairly certain the church people knew something like that would happen if they were to hold it at the church,” she said. “It’s gonna be held at the school down the block from the church.”

[simonmeadows-archive]

“Hm… well I should be able to stick my head in for half an hour at least during lunch if anything. We really shouldn’t be getting our hands on more sweets at home but it’s for a good cause – I’ll make sure we make a donation as well once I get in contact with the main planner.” Offering donations from the hotel was no small feat, his father wasn’t the generous type but he figured it couldn’t hurt to put themselves on a bright map for a change. “How about we leave a flyer down at the reception? Let the guests have a peek at it? Even if most won’t know where it’s held you might still score some outside minds if they’re brave enough.”

[cescalim-blog]

“I’m sure there’s going to be choices for sugarfree, vegan whatever. A certain number of people always look for that kind of thing,” she explained. “That’d be wonderful. I’ll just pick up some more flyers tomorrow to bring back her then.”

[ryke-simmons]

He shrugged his shoulders, unsure of what she meant in the first place. Then the smirk appeared on his lips. “Oh, so you’re kind of religious, huh?”

[cescalim-blog]

“Yeah, I guess I am,” she answered. “I mean, I try to go to church at least once a week, but if I don’t then that’s okay.”

[mini-walden-blog]

As the other one started speaking numbers, Mini’s brain worked on the matter, to see how much they would eventually need. “Yes, in order to make a plan of the sorts work, one would need to think of partners and sponsors. A bake sale might give you a start and raise awareness where that is regarded, but it certainly can’t be all you’re focusing at.” The brunette shook her head. “In this particular scenario, I suppose that thinking about the larger goal might prove to be more troublesome than the alternative. So, you should probably think smaller to begin with. How much would be necessary for you to be able to start on that project?”

[cescalim-blog]

“It is an ongoing project I think,” she explained. “They’ve established the fund a couple years back, if my memory doesn’t betray me. I’m sure the bake sale is just one way to get the word out more and to get more people involved.”

[fridaynightmuses]

“Well, if I go I need to buy something. Otherwise what’s the point of going. I’m sure my presense alone won’t get anyone a scholarship. Besides, I could use a cupcake. I can’t remember the last time I had something sweet. That’s a lie, it was two weeks ago. But it feels like two centuries ago.”

[cescalim-blog]

“Even more reason to come then!” she said. “Help a good cause and get your sweet cravings met.”

[violetnixon-blog]

“Oh yeah, didn’t even think of that. That’ll be good, I should be able to get the best pickings then. I’ll grab some for the staff, I shouldn’t eat it all myself.”

[cescalim-blog]

“Yes, the more is always merrier,” she pointed out. “You could also invite the staff and have them come by in the afternoon?”

[alena-blohm-blog]

“Uhm… Yeah, I think about five sounds good,” she said with a couple of nods. “Has this been the only way you’ve been advertising it?”

[cescalim-blog]

“Flyers, yeah. I think there’s been a couple of radio announcements about it. Anything more, I don’t really know. I’m not exactly involved--like coordinating it involved,” she answered.