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Chrissy Delarosa Twenty-four. Calderwood native. Chemistry nerd. Realtor.

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lacey harris‌

There were very few things that annoyed Lacey more than locking herself out of her apartment. It was even worse when it was already dark outside and any attempt to get back inside by helping herself to it was going to look like she was breaking into the place because how in hell would anyone explain that? It was too bad that she currently found herself in that exact situation: kneeling in front of her door while trying to unlock the door with bobby pins. She was in the middle of her attempt when she heard someone come up behind her. Without turning around, she explained, “Listen, I know what this looks like but I swear I’m not trying to break in.”

Chrissy was admittedly already paranoid as she stepped out of her friend’s new apartment and into the wild that was Rosmont. No, Rosmont wasn’t that bad, as Chrissy had been reminding herself that every few minutes for the past two hours. But after years of shifted gazes and words spoken a little too gently about Rosmont by those around her, Chrissy’s impression of the place had already been formed. That was why she had come today, after all---to remind herself, and her newly moved in friend, that Rosmont was not as terrible a place as they’d been brought up to believe it was. With some fresh artwork on the walls and all the furniture assembled, an apartment in Rosmont, they’d discovered, was just like an apartment anywhere else.

Those affirmations subsided as Chrissy stepped closer to one of her friend’s new neighbors. Her steps slowed until she was all but on top of the girl, who she eyed with both suspicion and nervousness. That didn’t change when she spoke.

“Um... Okay?” Chrissy started, not wanting to pick a fight if it wasn’t necessary. On the other hand, what if she was enabling a robbery? “Are you--- I’m sorry, can I help you somehow?” she offered timidly.

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raven moffitt‌

The more it heated up the more Raven longed for the cold. She loved the bitter chill in the air and getting to bundle up in sweaters and overall aesthetic of Fall and Winter. Her favorite thing, however, was that the cold weather made drinking nice hot coffee perfect, not like now where her beverage had her threatening to sweat. Still, she was too stubborn to tolerate iced coffee, so she sat in the coffee shop ready to die with pride for her coffee. It was pretty crowded given the time of day, and though Raven wasn’t exactly known for her overall friendliness, when someone held their drink and looked around for a free spot, Raven found herself kicking the chair across from her out from under the table with her foot as a non-verbal ‘ you can sit here’.

“Yow!” Chrissy had been so preoccupied by her own thoughts that she hadn’t noticed the chair until it had slid out in front of her with a graceless scrape, resulting in an equally graceless scream erupting from her mouth. She slapped a hand to her heaving chest, laughing at herself and thanking her lucky stars that she had at least not spilled so much as a drop of her iced coffee. She recovered quickly and rushed to take the seat.

“Oh my god, you’re a life saver!” Chrissy gushed, letting her laptop bag hit the floor a little more carelessly than she should have, but Chrissy didn’t notice. “I was afraid I was going to end up back at the office, and it’s such a nice day.” She pulled out her laptop, set it on the table, and peeled it open, twisting until she found the angle with the least offensive glare. “And it would be a crime to stay inside on a day like this, right?”

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stella roses‌

“Oh?” Stella questioned, lifting her attention from nestling a portfolio case off to the side. Her other hand was balancing a tray with two iced coffees and she claimed one idly, offering the other up for the taking. She stooped to scrutinized, but a smile answered before her words could. “It’s never that easy, but I think I like this even more.” Her eyes glanced around the room before landing back on Chrissy. “Where is it going to go? I think it’ll anchor the space nicely.” 

Chrissy accepted the iced coffee graciously, taking a tiny sip before she answered. “That wall beside the staircase, between the doorways.” She took a much larger, much longer sip now, swallowing too eagerly to taste anything more than the wetness left on her tongue in its wake. “I think I still have the sketches my mentor sent me in my e-mail, if you want to have a look.”

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sid james‌

“I don’t know what that is but there’s a lot of stuff they make a hell of a lot easier. Like you know those cooking videos? Five minutes and they have a whole meal ready.” Sid was a terror when it came to cookery and mindfulness towards food. It was more sustenance than it was food at times. Fact of the matter was that she was hungry but she’d surely deal with that pang whenever the opportunity arose. “You looking for moral support or an artist’s opinion?” Sid did enjoy toying with people. Nothing too life or death but it took away from tedious chit chat. 

“Cooking videos?” Chrissy cocked her head to the side and shot her new company a confused smile. “I didn’t know that was a thing. Do they have, like, a whole separate site, or---?” Five minute meals were exactly the sort of thing a busy bee like Chrissy needed. Between work and the hundreds of not-so-routine distractions she came upon between clocking out and pulling into her driveway, dinner usually ended up being courtesy of Uber Eats. Her wallet and her digestive system could both use the help.

But before she could go too far down the rabbit hole, Chrissy was reeled back in by the task at hand. “Oh, uh--- I don’t know.” She shook her head giddily and shrugged, happy to take the input no matter how it came. “The artist’s opinion sounds like a fun option.”

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penelope cartwright

Eyebrows shooting into her hairline, Penelope schooled her features into something between neutrality and supportive. “It looks great, Chrissy,” she said, making her way toward her co-worker and her project. “We should probably get the paint off first,” she said, breezing past the problem and into her support, “but it’s a lovely statement piece for the master.” She finished, remembering her mother’s statement about editing - sandwich the critiques between two compliments - and was reminded, not for the first time, that her advice worked outside the world of publishing. 

Chrissy furrowed her eyebrows together, mouth open instinctively to explain that the paint was going onto the piece anyway--- But then she shut it quickly and looked over it again. If Penelope thought it looked good enough without a makeover, then who was she to argue? Plus, that would be a million times easier. She set down the can of paint with a smile and grabbed a fresh roll of paper towels.

“The only thing more beautiful than this piece is the bargain I got on it,” she bragged proudly. “I just hope it’s not, like, haunted  or anything, you know? Since it’s coming from an estate sale.”

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evie-pxrker‌:

Evie’s eyes darted downwards at the paint that was flicked over her and she coughed on her drink she was taking a sip from. Not wanting to rain on Chrissy’s parade, she kept quiet and decided to weigh in with optimism instead. “It looks great, and I love how my pants match it now too.” she spoke with a wide smile, her eyes gesturing down to her paint splattered jeans. “We’ve been at this all day, don’t we deserve a break?”

Chrissy’s giddy laughter caught in her throat as she glanced at Evie’s jeans, and then her own leggings. “Oh my god, that wasn’t supposed to happen! I put paper down everywhere---” To protect the grass, that was, but not their clothes. Chrissy rubbed at her bottom lip with her thumb and sighed. “Good Lord, we really do deserve that break, huh? If nothing else---” she started, pulling her iPhone from her pocket and throwing herself down on the front steps of the house “---to Google how the heck to get this paint out of our clothes.”

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valerie fleming‌

Chuckling quietly, Valerie made sure to take her coffee back before responding. “Don’t apologize,” she insisted with a kind smile, “We’re all a little out of it before our first cup of the day. Trust me, I’ve been there.”

“And I don’t want to be the one to stand between you two today.” With a grateful smile, Chrissy handed the young woman her coffee cup. She loved moments like these, relating to passerby like herself over the most mundane and human behaviors. It felt like sharing an inside joke with humanity as a whole. “What did you order? If you don’t mind me asking.”

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harper kelly

Tilting her head near enough upside down to take a good glance at the dresser, Harper hummed in thought. “It looks good but…why?” Harper asked, moving her head back and looking at the other. “What was wrong with it to begin with?”

Chrissy frowned as she debated her answer. Nothing had been wrong with the dresser. In fact, everything about it had been right. They’d needed something cheap and easy to refurbish, and it had been both those things, which made it precisely one word: perfect.

“It suits a better purpose in a different color.” Chrissy had no idea whether or not that would fly, but it would at least give her brain time to gather a better explanation than the lack of one she had now. “Actually, I’ve still got another side to do. D’you mind helping me flip it over?”

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☆ CHRISSY DELAROSA

introduction –

NAME. Clarisa “Chrissy” Luz Delarosa PRONOUNS. She/her AGE & BIRTHDATE. 24 | October 3, 1994 HOMETOWN. Calderwood, CA NEIGHBORHOOD. Calderwood Historic District OCCUPATION. Realtor at Baird Realty Group FACECLAIM. Ana de Armas

story –

When Chrissy Delarosa was four, she became entranced with a Pikachu Pez dispenser in middle of a grocery store aisle. By the time she turned around and realized that her mother hadn’t followed her when she’d scampered down the aisle, Carin Delarosa was long gone, and Chrissy fatefully became acquainted with her very first lifelong friend: separation anxiety. By the time Carin had doubled back (not ninety seconds later), Chrissy was already a tomato red, tear-streaked mess eager to cling to her mother’s leg and never let go.

Thus began the rest of Chrissy’s life, an odd cycle of venturing out to conquer the unknown only to come running back home to the support of her family with her tail between her legs. When she graduated from Calderwood High School and was accepted into Stanford University, the Delarosas – Chrissy included – breathed a sigh of relief, as it was now inevitable that Chrissy would fly free from the nest. This lasted only a semester, until Christmas break, when Chrissy insisted that she was too homesick to go back. Instead, she picked up a job at Wylie’s Lounge and took courses at the local community college.

Eventually, Chrissy moved to a nearby university to try again, and she slowly weaned herself off of dependency on her family. She joined a sorority, finished her degree in chemistry, and finally began living a life all her own. Though she moved back to her childhood home in Calderwood after school, and has been there ever since, things are different now. Though Chrissy still loves her family with all of her heart, she’s finally learning to take steps towards her own independence. She drives her own car, visits her own friends across the state, and has her own job as a realtor selling homes in her favorite city in the world—Calderwood, of course. Who knows? Maybe it won’t be long until she ends up with a place of her own.

WRITTEN BY BETH. SHE/HER. EST.

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ruby jones

Location: Funkatorium Records | OPEN

Ruby stared out the window and took in the bright, sunny sky. It was a perfect day to be outside, breathing in the fresh air, and yet she found herself with hours left of her shift at Funkatorium Records. It didn’t help that she helped less than five customers since opening. Slow days ought to be banned, she thought. 

Pressing her eyes closed, she imagined the salty smell of the ocean, sand crunching under her feet, and waves crashing over her body. Suddenly, the door opening sounded across the shop and brought Ruby back to reality. 

“Hey there. Anything you’re looking for?”

“I’m on a difficult mission.”

Chrissy’s words came out the same way she came into the shop: in a harried whirlwind of chaos. She spun in a full circle before she caught her balance, then taking a moment to situate the many bags in her hands so as not to knock anything off the shelves as she moved delicately between them.

“I’m looking for mood music. Something sort of invisible, but influential all the same.” She looked puzzled at her own words. “Restaurants do it all the time, I guess, but— Well, I’ve never worked at a restaurant. Coffee shop, sure, but I didn’t curate their playlists, so—”

Chrissy blew a puff of air through her lips. She felt even more hopeless now than she had when she’d entered the shop. “Can you help me?”

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valerie fleming‌

“Sorry, I, uh, I think that’s mine,” Valerie said, trying to keep her voice as polite as she could make it.

“Oh--- Oh my gosh!” Chrissy gasped and snapped her hands back up to her face and away from the paper cup she had been embracing. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. That’s not even the right size.” She clutched her folded hands beneath her chin and smiled sheepishly at Valerie. “If there was ever a sign I haven’t had my morning coffee yet---”

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“I mean, it looked way easier on HGTV.” Chrissy stepped back from the upended dresser and crossed her arms, oblivious to the paint she slathered all over them. “Good thing I wiki-how’d it, or I’d be totally lost. But I think it’s coming together,” she added, a hint of eagerness to her tone. The whole look of the house she was staging was hinging on this piece, after all. “Don’t you think?”

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hey there, hi there, i have no self-control there. it’s me, beth, back from my flu bed (cold?? allergies?? who knows) to ACTUALLY WRITE with a new bb.

Chrissy Delarosa

born and raised in Calderwood, currently living in a home in the Historic District.

Calderwood High class of 2013, baby!!!

her mother is the mayor, Carin Delarosa.

Sonny is her big sister, and they have 2 other siblings (!!!! hit us up!!!!)

she has always had separation anxiety issues with her family. she tried to go to Stanford after high school, but got homesick and came back after one semester.

ended up graduating from Sacramento State with a chemistry degree!!!!

instead of going anywhere with jobs she could put her hard earned degree towards, she got her reality license and works as a realtor at Baird Realty Group.

she’s actually very sweet and lovely unlike Alexis pls be her friend <333