𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕪

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ANTHONY.

“I didn’t.” Anthony shook his head. He knew that he needed to wear sunscreen, despite his naturally darker complexion. He forgot to put it on more often than not, though, and led to times like these where he’d end up red-cheeked and burning hot. “I forgot - you know I can’t remember shit.”

At the moment, though, Anth knew that he was craving either Chinese food or Italian. He was starving and needed some lunch ASAP. “I might eat your hand on the way to the restaurant, though,” He looked over, flashing her a grin. “We could eat Italian, that’s good for me. Man, we don’t have to get him anything, he’s eating whatever shit the school feeds him for lunch, we deserve some child-free wine and dine lunching.”

                  Of course, he didn’t put on sunscreen lotion. After being married to each other for ten years and knowing him for so much more than that, she knew better not to give him the benefit of the doubt. She knew her husband well and she was already reaching for the facial sunscreen she had stored inside of her purse. Despite summer basically ending and transitioning to autumnal weather, it was better to be safe than sorry. Squirting some of lotion on her fingers, she began to rub them across his profile delicately.

                 “I can assure you that you will not be eating my hand.” She would still be starstruck by the way he grinned right over at her. Instead of spreading the lotion right across his face, she found her thumb caressing his cheek. The mention of their child put an even wider smile across her visage. “This is why I pack our child food. None of that crap the school serves. However, I have been noticing he hasn’t been finishing his lunch.” She shook her head and finished up on Anth’s face before she got up from the bench, clutching her purse. “You need to remind me to get him some take out because I’m a hundred percent sure I’m leaving that restaurant drunk.”

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ANTHONY.

Anthony never expected Victoria to sneak up on him the way that she did, but somehow she always managed to spook him. She walked too quietly, always able to get right on top of him before he ever even knew she was there. And that bothered him; he was trained to be aware of his surroundings at all times, for Christ’s sake, but he couldn’t even keep his wife from getting a sneak-attack in on him.

Reaching up, he rubbed at his face for a moment to try and clear away a bit of the heat and redness in his cheeks. “I gotta get as much sun time as I can,” He shifted, flashing her a grin and stretching his arms over his head. “And I’m starved. Are you planning on making me something for lunch, or taking me out somewhere? ‘Cause I’m so hungry, seriously - if you gave me your hand right now, I’d probably eat it.”

                  The heat of the sun radiated over their skins. She sat comfortably right next to him; back rested on the bench, deciding to bathe in the weather they were experiencing at the moment. She wasn’t intending to scare her husband - maybe just surprise him a bit with her presence. Of course he wasn’t expecting her to be there. She would normally be working at this hour, but she had managed to get a majority of her work done and get off early. “Did you put sunscreen lotion on your face?” Her motherly instincts were beginning to kick in. Often times, she joked about having two children - William and then Anthony.

                 “I don’t know. It depends on what you’re craving right now.” She breathed out while her eyes began scanning the vicinity for any close by restaurants. “I’d prefer if you don’t eat my hand. There’s an Italian restaurant right there - we haven’t eaten Italian in a while.” She suggested, turning to see his reaction. “We can probably get Will a couple slices of pizza or we can be terrible parents and not get him anything.”

[n-haught]

little chop shop girl and her giant russian peril + height difference

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BARBIE.

“   woah   ,   woah   ,   WOAH   !!   ”   ginger   tresses   slash   against   pale   cheeks   as   if   a   whip   ,   there’s   a   loud   popping   noise   ,   neck   cracking   as   head   turns   fast   enough   to   give   someone   whiplash   ,   however   she’s   more   worried   about   fingers   hovering   over   her   things   .   “   are   those   yours?   no   ,   so   no   touchy   !!”

                  Victoria was quite surprised by the make up artist’s ability to be possessive over their personal items while she was on the job. “I am perfectly aware they are yours. However, it is my job to make sure that all personal belongings are put away - especially your phone - during work hours.

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OLIVER.

Oliver couldn’t lie, he had no idea why he had been hired. He had no experience in the field. All he had was a good amount of bullshit and a degree in something completely different. He had never worked as a sound tech before or any type of tech that wasn’t in a lab. Becca had gotten the job here first and there had been a moment when he realized he’d have to figure something out too. He had done a little bit research before applying. Which lead him to sitting quickly reading over a book about being a sound tech. It was the best he could get other than asking the other techs for help. Glancing up, the sun in his eyes blurring who it was,“Can I help you?”

                  The entire Frightland crew had already been running through quite a few issues just with their opening day. Of course, this was to be expected - the first day will always be chaotic and full of surprises. As one of the few managers, Victoria had been listening through quite a few complaints about their facilities and staff and she was very much persistent on trying to appease all of the chaos. Seeing a young man reading through a book that seemed like it had been meant for technicians, her eyes lit up and immediately came strutting towards him. “Actually, yes - I have been scouring this entire place to find someone experienced in technology. We can’t seem to get the sounds in three different places to work and we definitely need it to work.”

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ANTHONY.

Anthony wasn’t a fan of horror. At this point in his life he had turned into mister-mom, only working one weekend a month on the Marines base, and wanted to let Victoria explore her career options; so if she wanted to be a manager at a haunted house, he was going to tag along and encourage her. But during the day when he had nothing better to do, while William was still in school, he was bored. So he sat outside on a park bench, head tilted back to catch the last bit of summer sun before fall fully rolled in and killed his buzz, and his suntan. “Can I help you?” He asked, tilting his head forward and looking over when someone sat down next to him.

                  Despite all of the arguments she has had with her husband, she had managed to convince Anthony that there was no way she was going to be staying at home. Victoria needed to do something; she couldn’t just sit down and stay idle at home. As much as she did love maintaining the household, she’d go insane if she didn’t go out and explore all her career options. Seeing that she had ended work fairly early, she figured she would have texted Anthony that she was able to come and pick up William from school - surely, he would appreciate it since Anthony had been the one picking him up. However, as she passed by the park, she had managed to come across her husband soaking up the sunshine by a park bench. Finding the closest parking she can find, she parks and immediately hops out of the driver’s seat and ambles towards him.

                  As she took her place right next to him, his voice was dipped in sauciness which resulted in her brows arching up high. “Actually, yes - I wasn’t aware my husband spends his time at the park and I was wondering what could he possibly want for lunch?”

[davenpcrt]

— ( ALICIA VIKANDER, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ) VICTORIA DAVENPORT was just hired. the 27 year old seems pretty COMPASSIONATE and DETERMINED, but they’re also FINICKY and SENSITIVE. i heard that they like to COOK, BAKE, & VOLUNTEER when they aren’t working as a MANAGER at Frightland.

I’m going to try to keep this super short and sweet like my lil sweetheart, Victoria. I’m Gem and I’m so excited to be here. Please message me. I would love to get to know your character better. ♡

— Victoria is the only child to William and Rosalie Davenport. She grew up in the upper-middle class. Her dad was a physics college professor, but had dreams of being a pilot (which he achieved). Rosalie, on the other hand, was an educator and loved to teach. This was the foundation for Victoria’s love of offering any sort of assistance to children in trouble.

— She tries not to be pretentious, but she got this trait from her father. However, she is reminded by her mom to be more down to earth. Years of being in an all-girls catholic school resulted in a desire to enroll in regular public high school.

— During her high school career, she met Anthony Deluca. She was very intrigued with him and wanted to get to know him better which led to an immediate relationship with him. When she was only 17 (Anthony being 18), they learned that they were expecting a child.

— Both growing up in a traditional, conservative families, they agreed to get married to each other just before their son, William, would be born.

— Anthony is very much her best friend and will always find a way to protect him from anything, especially from the abuse endured by his side of the family. It’s a very sensitive subject between the two of them.

— Victoria works in a non-profit organization her mom co-founded that focuses on troubled youths, hoping to steer them back on the right path. She is also a manager at Frightland. She’s too organized and a total neat freak.

— When she does have spare time, Victoria is a huge foodie and will always try out new recipes. She is definitely the mom friend and puts others needs first before hers. However, she refuses to just sit down and run a household.

If any of y’all are interested in plotting, please message me! I don’t bite, I promise. I’m currently trying to come up with a connections page, so I can put down some general / specific connections to those interested. ♡

[davenpcrt]

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠, “𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.” 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ, “𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟.”

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spring, 2007. @prospercus, @fxdingsmiles

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