[claraslin]

( lola tung,  cis woman,  she/her)   — clara lin has  been  a  resident  of  roseton  for  her  whole  life .  around  the  town ,  the  twenty  five  year  old  book clerk  has  been  given  the  nickname,  cupcake .  i  think  it's  because  they  are  charming  trait ,  but  also  timid  trait .  echo  is  said  to  know  she lied under oath to lessen her father’s sentence — overly  sweetened  lattes,  doggy  eared  books,  the  sound  of  humming  when  it’s  absolutely  quiet.

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𝖡𝖨𝖮𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖯𝖧𝖸.

roseton has always felt a little too small for clara and it’s not because she dreamed of leaving, but because she always felt like everyone seemed so certain of who everyone else was—learning very quickly that she’d rather get lost in an actual story rather than listen to one being passed around through gossip.

when people think of her,  gentle might be the first word used to describe her and they wouldn’t be wrong.  she’s extremely patient, too curious for her own good,  and has a habit of making people feel like they’re the only person in the room when talking to her.  though,  beneath that softness is someone who is extremely stubborn:  meaning that what she’s decided to believe in (or even who) then there’s very little that’ll change her mind.  her father being the prime example,  but we’ll get to that a little bit later.

the bookstore has always been a home away from home long before it became her job.  as a child,  it’s the one place everyone knew where to find her if she wasn’t at her actual home.   clara’s always loved recommending books as much as she likes hearing that people though of them because to her,  stories have never been just an escape—  it fed into the understanding that people could be messy,  or perceived as bad but it didn’t mean they weren’t deserving of another chapter. 

so,  to think of it,  maybe that’s why she’s never been good at seeing the world in black and white.  clara learned through her father that love and disappointment could exist in the same place.  that someone like her father could make unforgivable choices and still be capable of loving their daughter with everything they had.  it’s been two years since her father went to jail (he owns an art gallery but had been caught trafficking stolen art pieces and artifacts) but she doesn’t excuse what he did nor does she expect anyone else to.  she just refuses to let the worst decision of his life erase every good moment they’ve shared.  every bedtime story,  birthday, lesson.  he was the person who shaped her into the person she is today and that’s something clara would never forget.

more to be added as she's fleshed out!

𝖢𝖴𝖱𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲.

benito robles ( @benamok ), older brother figure. benny and clara's father used to do a lot of business together and because of that, clara was pretty much raised around benny and always grew up viewing him as the brother she never had as opposed to anything else. with her father being in prison, benny's been the one keeping an eye on her and ensuring she stays out of trouble (not that he ever needed to worry about that).

𝖶𝖠𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲.

to be added.

[profviccastillo]

open to all, location: Vanilla

"Um, excuse me?" Winnie called softly, the plate between her fingers weighing down her hand slightly as she attempted to keep it far from her face. " I know this is a little weird but they gave me this and - are you allergic to peanuts by any chance?" She chuckled. " They said they needed to get rid of it so it's on the house, but I can't eat it. I kinda feel my throat closing up just holding it, so..." She smiled. Vanilla was a nice place, and she had taken to hanging around it often, but the staff seemed busier than usual; too busy to really pay attention when she refused the small plate of peanut butter pie that was set before her before the server walked off in a rush.

[claraslin]

The voice behind her has Clara turning before she even realizes she's being spoken to. Her first instinct is to step out of the way—assuming she'd been in it in the first place—and just as she's about to step aside, the question stops her before she gets very far.

Was she allergic to peanuts? No. Was she a fan of peanut butter pie? Also no.

"Yeah, I can totally take that off your hands for you. Don't worry about it." She reaches for it without a second thought. One less peanut butter pie in Winnie's general vicinity felt like the safest option. Especially considering Clara has absolutely no idea what to do if someone went into anaphylactic shock.

What was it—blue to the sky, orange to the thigh... or was it orange to the sky, blue to the thigh? ... Right. Definitely not the person to trust during a medical emergency.

"Let me see if I can get a bag for it. I'd really rather not find out how well I do in a crisis." A beat. "Are you actually okay, though? Do I need to worry?"

[xxcrowns]

starter : open to all

location : Vanilla, midday on the weekend

grading papers seemed to be the least of his problems as Leo stood over his laptop. One might think he was working on some PowerPoint presentation for one of his science classes but in reality he was stuck on deciding his next score. as he looked around, he saw the place looking cramped than usual and saw someone standing. figured he shouldn't be jealous by having a whole table to himself, he slipped his backpack off the chair and waved to catch their attention. "if you're trying to find a spot to sit, the chair in front of me is empty if you don't mind sitting with a boring fool like me."

[claraslin]

She wasn't sure what was in the air today, but it had convinced half of Roseton that they needed coffee at the exact same time she did. The entire place was practically filled to the brim with people and no matter where she looked, every table seemed to be occupied.

Then again... she probably didn't have much room to complain considering she was here too. She's about ready to cut her losses and head to the park instead when she hears his voice cutting through the chatter, stealing her attention.

"If you're boring then I guess that makes two of us." A smile finding its way onto her face as she lifts the book tucked beneath her arm into view, "I brought this with me, so I wasn't planning on being exciting." A beat. "You sure you don't mind?"

[xxcrowns]

starter : open to all

location : Maple's Books, evening during a weekday

Dallas knew he did not look like someone who enjoyed a good book and it always surprised him whenever a person made a comment about it. hearing it always made him laugh and wondered if he did look out of place as he made his way through the aisles trying to find the next series he was going to lose himself in. as he stopped to see which caught his eye, he sensed someone nearby. "take a picture, it'll last longer." he quipped before grabbing a book, "i don't know if i should be flattered for the stare or if you think i am all muscle don't know how to read."

[claraslin]

She knows she probably shouldn't stare. It's rude. Or...at the very least, enough to earn comments like that one. Clara can't really help it, though. There's always something oddly fascinating about watching other people browse. The shelves they gravitate towards first. The titles they pick up only to possibly set it back down moment later. And, if she's lucky, they'll ask her for a recommendation before the leave.

She always hopes they do.

But fair enough. She probably deserved that one. Instead of rushing to defend herself, she lets the remark sit in silence for a beat them before finally speaking: "I don't know what being muscular would have to do with reading."

Turning her gaze back to the book she'd been reading before he walked inside, her fingers trail along the edges of it before turning her attention back to him, "I just wanted to see what book you were going to pick out. I... like guessing and seeing if I'm right or wrong. That's all."

[mapleflames]

open: all where: your muses kitchen

"oh, it was just a leaky pipe, got it all fixed up for ya now." he says with a reassuring smile. "shouldn't cause ya anymore issues. and if it does, just give me a lil ring and i'll come back and fix it for ya."

[claraslin]

"I think you might've just saved my entire evening."

Relief settles somewhere behind her ribs. Thank God. She'd already been preparing herself to spend the rest of the day washing dishes in the bathtub. Which is a miserable way to spend a Friday. "Actually... no. I know you did."

Clara's never been good with handiwork. Never really needed to be. Two years ago, she would've just called her father before she'd even thought about touching a wrench. Now she mostly just stares at whatever's broken as if it'd feel guilty enough to fix itself.

It never does.

Which leaves Christian. Her hero without the cape. Just him and a toolbox she's entirely convinced is laced with magic.

"How much do I owe you?" She asks, turning toward the kitchen counter to grab the bag resting there.

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[louisbxne]

TRUE BLOOD 3.03 | It Hurts Me Too

[jievn]

Long time no see. I'm fine. I didn't cry.

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