would you believe us if we said that wasn't really ANDREA CHAPARRO? well, it isn't .ᐟ.ᐟ that's CATALINA INEZ MONTOYA, a proud resident of pinehaven for the last 23 YEARS. you can find them working as a FREELANCE ILLUSTRATOR. they're 23, but they hardly look that old! it must be the washington weather that keeps them looking so young .ᐟ.ᐟ word around the town is that they're DITZY, CLUMSY, OVERTHINKER, but we think that's silly. we feel like they're much more CREATIVE, KINDHEARTED, A BIG DREAMER. if we had to pick one song to describe HER, it would be WHY AM I LIKE THIS BY ORLA GARTLAND. see ya 'round, CAT .ᐟ.ᐟ
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ever since she was a little girl, catalina had her head in the clouds. despite all of the struggles she has faced in her life -- her father's sudden death when she was just 16, and losing her brother in another way when she was 17 (he just ... up and left, leaving a note that says "don't look for me" on the kitchen table) -- she maintains a positive attitude to the best of her ability. she won't let the demons win!
she's been working since she was 15 to support her family -- dad was living on disability checks due to hi health condition and mom had two jobs, but it was still only just enough to get by. catalina always hated that this is the way life goes, working a dead end job to barely even make ends meet, so she vowed to follow her passions and find a way to improve life for not just herself, but her mother as well with it. and her passion was art, in all of its forms, which isn't always the most profitable career ... but nonetheless, she did her best, getting a headstart on her brand by opening up commissions when she was 16 to make some extra money in her free time doing what she loved. one day, she hoped, she'd never have to work retail or food service ever again.
by 18, she graduates and receives as many grants and scholarships she can get under her belt to be able to go to art school in new york! unfortunately, she ends up failing out by the end of her freshman year. not because she lacked skill or talent, but because she disagreed with the entire system of art school -- how can you grade art when it's subjective? she refused to silence her personal artistic voice and style to please her professors, and that resulted in her failing and losing all her grants and scholarships. she returns home to pinehaven with her tail between her legs, but her dream is still very much alive. who needs art school anyway! she puts all of her effort and focus into building a career from scratch. and it works, for the most part. her freelance work, along with her online print shop and pop up appearances at local markets make her enough money to get by. all she can really afford is the rent on her small studio apartment and, if she's lucky, two square meals a day. despite this, she wouldn't trade her art career for anything. she remains confident that one day, she'll achieve her dream and her passions will make her so successful she'll never have to worry about money again ... until then, she's locked in and working as hard as she can to keep growing.
would you believe us if we said that wasn't really AVAN JOGIA? well, it isn't .ᐟ.ᐟ that's PARIS CHAMBERS, a proud resident of pinehaven for the last 8 YEARS. you can find them working as a TWITCH STREAMER. they're 28, but they hardly look that old! it must be the washington weather that keeps them looking so young .ᐟ.ᐟ word around the town is that they're UNSERIOUS, LAZY, A BURNOUT, but we think that's silly. we feel like they're much more FRIENDLY, APPROACHABLE, CARING. if we had to pick one song to describe HIM/THEM, it would be DRUGS AND THE INTERNET BY LAUV. see ya 'round, FRENCHIE .ᐟ.ᐟ
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before, paris had a bright future ahead of him. he had big aspirations -- well, his parents had big aspirations for him, and he had the grades to show it. all a's, honor roll, principal's awards, teacher's pet, you name it -- that's what his life was from the second he started school up until the eighth grade.
then came high school, the years that are supposed to be your best. nothing is coming as easily to them as it used to, things are harder -- they don't know it yet, but it's because of their undiagnosed anxiety disorder and adhd. his grades start falling, but his parents don't seem to ask the obvious questions -- no, they scold him. they tell him to get it together. how will he ever be a doctor now? how will he be a lawyer? how will he become someone who can help pull his family out of the financial crisis they'd found themselves in? no, this is too much pressure to put on a child. especially with no support. so he falls in with the wrong crowds, he picks up smoking weed and drinking, it helps him not feel so bad anymore. they become dependent on these things, often getting through their entire school day high, then drinking so much after school that they're hungover the next day at school -- to which they find the cure is to get high all over again. he lies to his parents, say he's out all day after school trying to get his grades up ... he manages to get them high enough that they don't bother him quite as much anymore -- C's get degrees! -- but their disappointment in him remains palpable. at 17, they're taking in his younger cousin due to family issues that paris is never made aware of, just something about his aunt and uncle's divorce, something about court ... even if he was told, he wouldn't be able to remember. he was probably stoned to oblivion when he was told. she's 15, and she's suffering a pretty bad depression because of her broken family. paris has the cure, he says, and suddenly she's following in his footsteps.
by some miracle, he's graduated. and he tells his parents he'll be taking a gap year -- what they don't know, is that he forgot to apply for colleges, never realizing they'd make it this far. he was too busy at parties and hotboxing the car with his cousin ... experimenting with harder stuff. stuff he swore he'd never touch, but when you're partying it doesn't count, right? his gap year passes and his parents realize he's never going to college -- and they kick him out. not only that, but they tell him he can't talk to his cousin anymore -- he's a bad influence, and he'd done enough damage to her as it is.
19 year old paris makes ends meet working as a pizza delivery driver, begins streaming his video gaming and gaining a following. this following climbs rapidly, rapidly enough that he can actually afford a bed frame now! he's still a huge stoner, and that becomes a thing for him, but he's sworn off the alcohol. the headaches just aren't worth it, man. they start finding happiness in this new life of theirs, despite the void left by not being able to hang out with his cousin, who had become his best friend. but they're confident that in a year, they'll ditch the chambers family home and they can be reunited. unfortunately, that never happens.
20 year old paris gets a phone call from his parents. his cousin has passed. cause of death - an overdose. he knows in his gut that it's his fault, he'd been the one that had introduced her to all this stuff. even though he kicked the harder stuff, obviously she didn't ... and this is the consequence. they tell him they don't want to see him at the funeral, if he shows up they'll have him removed. he obliges. and with that, he packs up and moves to the other side of the country. a little town called pinehaven up in washington. the perfect place to start anew.
now, he's found some kind of peace with his past. he's never going to feel a clear conscience because of his cousin, but he knows that he can't spend the rest of his life beating himself up over it. despite all the darkness in his life, though, he's become known around town as a lovable goofball -- he never tells anyone his life story, never says much more than "my parents ... well ... we've gone noncontact. they're not thrilled about my career." he's still so smart, this has never changed. when he applies himself, he can surprise people, going on tangents about things of actual substance -- something no one ever really expects from him. and he's sure that his bestie looks down at him from heaven and forgives him ... but maybe she does want him to go see a therapist, and he swears to himself he's working on it ..................... he'll go someday.
would you believe us if we said that wasn't really JENNFIER BEALS? well, it isn't .ᐟ.ᐟ that's LENNON McCALLISTER, a proud resident of pinehaven for the last 20 YEARS. you can find them working over at McNASTY’S PUB as a BARTENDER/OWNER. they're 46, but they hardly look that old! it must be the washington weather that keeps them looking so young .ᐟ.ᐟ word around the town is that they're ALOOF, PARANOID, AND SECRETIVE, but we think that's silly. we feel like they're much more FUNNY, INTELLIGENT, AND CARING. if we had to pick one song to describe HER, it would be I GO TO SLEEP BY ANIKA. see ya 'round, McNASTY .ᐟ.ᐟ
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-ˏˋ➛ THE STATS
𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚: mallory poland lennon mccallister.
𝙖𝙠𝙖: mcnasty.
𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 + 𝙯𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙘: february 19, pisces.
𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 + 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: cis woman + she/her.
𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮: lesbian.
𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: bartender and owner of mcnasty's pub.
𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮: unknown.
𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨: english.
𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢: jennifer beals.
-ˏˋ➛ THE LORE
The early 2000s wasn’t the best time to be queer in the public eye.
Mallory Poland, actress, was at the height of her fame and fresh off of an Oscar win when she decided to publicly come out as a lesbian. And when I say fresh, I mean FRESH. She used the Oscars itself as the stage for it, ending her acceptance speech by thanking her fiancée and expressing her hope that someday, marriage equality will be more than just a dream they have. And how convenient it was, that her fiancée just so happened to be her costar in the movie — they sealed the moment with a kiss.
And that was the last time Mallory Poland was publicly seen, for she would be killed in a car accident not long after.
But, not really.
Mallory’s manager had always been a very, very sleazy man. And he was very unhappy with her rebellious nature. She’d been starting to get blacklisted, and the dollar signs he’d had in his eyes were fading. He called her to have a meeting with him the day after the Oscars, telling her he wanted to congratulate her in person and talk about the next steps for her career. It was a lie, however. He locked her in his office with no escape and gave her two choices: publicly admit that what had happened the prior day was because she wasn’t of sound mind and that she was on her way to intensive psychotherapy, or she would have to disappear. And Mallory refused to take back anything she said. She refused to embarrass the love of her life that way — who, by the way, was getting much better treatment than her. The benefits of having a manager who actually cares about you, I guess.
So, Mallory had to disappear. And thus the plan to fake her death was put into place. She was to be declared dead due to severe injuries from a car accident the next day. And she was to stay out of the public eye.
So, Lennon McCallister was born, and a heartbroken 26 year old, red-headed Lennon dyed her hair brunette and moved to a little town called Pinehaven. It was the perfect place to disappear to, and the great Mallory Poland would join the likes of Elvis Presley and Tupac in pop culture : like those conspiracy theories that say that they never truly died and are living the rest of their lives out somewhere peaceful, anyone who claimed to recognize her and spoke about it would just be lumped in with those conspiracy theorists.
After long enough, she bought a bar and made it her own, living in the apartment on the second floor of it. Twenty years have come and gone without any problems at all, and she’s learned to do the best she can with the shit hand she’s been dealt.
"oh you got that right..." tatum nodded along with candid enthusiasm. while she was flattered, to say the least, that she had suddenly become the first point of contact for her boss in this sudden urge to revive her deserted and desolate social life. she herself knew all too well the consequences of sacrifice, whether self inflicted or otherwise, and the effects that had on your sense of self. of course, tatum had sensed for a while now that a change of pace was necessary, but she knew you couldn't just drag mcnasty out into the sunlight before she was ready to face the music. it had to be on her terms.
so it had taken months of subtle conversations, most of which had been one sided to match lennon's umming and ah-ing. all the while tatum was consistently trying to coax the other woman into making time for anything other than the bar. especially when considering how under control everything was. the excuse of responsibility only went so far in your own workplace.
"well, i'm playing a show on thursday night and then i have a roller derby match on sunday morning if either of those interest you. and evie's got me really into junk journalling at the moment which might be fun if you're looking for a hobby that's creative and low stakes. there are social nights over at lg bean and tea but that might not be your crowd." the contemplative tone sought to remind lennon these were just suggestions. "we could also like, do something together, as a group maybe? i know it's hard with scheduling and making sure the bar is covered but the guys over at swept away always have these little social nights and shit. we could do something similar or maybe ask to join one of theirs?"
She was almost overwhelmed with how much Tatum had just managed to say in so little time - only almost, though. She nodded along, an active listening technique she'd come to learn was very much appreciated. One she shed in building her new persona, and had found that it was more to her benefit to bring it back. "Alright ... how's about I do all'of it, eh?" She smiles, which isn't entirely uncharacteristic for her, but the kind of beaming smile she just flashed might be considered so.
"I didn't kno'ya had a band, Tatum. You keepin' secrets from me?" A soft chuckle. "I'd let youse play a show here if ya'd like, I ain't no stranger to lettin' the local talent show off."
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"relax, we can break her fingers and send her agents your portfolio.." her mirthful proposition lingered in the air for a moment before she had finally reached over to still the chaotic buzz that rattled cat's frame. "eat a cupcake and we can fake hate her designs, how about that?"
"Perhaps..." her word leads to a sigh leads to a momentary silence. She couldn't ever bring herself to be a mean girl like that, she thinks if she were still friends with this person she'd be totally stoked for them and this opportunity. Even now, her feeling of inferiority is underlined with a little feeling of being proud of them for making it that far. But she still feels inferior. Cat feels extremely inferior. And no matter how much she tries to shake the feeling, she always ends up right back there.
"Do you ever wish that your life were ... bigger? More?" She's quick to add on to her statement, so it doesn't come off the wrong way. "Not that your life isn't awesome! Not that any of our lives aren't awesome. i just ... I don't know ... I guess I just feel like it could always be bigger ... do you know what I'm saying?"
"Okay, I'll admit it. Sometimes, I don't know where th'bar ends and I begin, y'know what I'm sayin'?" And it's true. She's spent so much time invested in her bar that she's become something of a local cryptid, something of a town ghost, one no one ever hears or sees from outside of the business hours of the bar. And she thinks she might have to try and change that. "Whataya kids doin' for fun these days, eh? Whataya think I'd take to?"
“Dog …" Paris had been squinting at the bottle in their hand in silence for a little while now, and they've suddenly decided to break the silence they created. "Dog, did you know there was orange juice in mountain dew? I’m like, reading the bottle ‘cause you know, what the fuck even is mountain dew, right? … and dude … orange juice … I totally taste it now that I know.”
“No, no I am literally freaking out." Cat's words become more frantic by the second. "Because I literally think that someone I literally went to school with in New York literally did the art direction for this new season of Euphoria.” And it's not even that that had ever been a dream of hers, but it's just that the idea of someone she had rubbed elbows with having made it so much further than her ... she can't help but feel like a failure.
EVIE'S FINGERS TREMBLED around her drink, nearly losing their hold in the wake of her astonishment at being recognized. thankfully she tightened her clasp before it could slip from her fingers. a delightfully surprised laugh, cut with an undercurrent of nervous energy, pealed past her lips. "um, yes! that's me!" julieta perez knew who she was, a swell of pride filled her chest and curled her lips into a pleased grin. nothing could possibly eclipse the brilliance of this particular moment tonight. her silly little late night sessions that she cherished so much, had left an indelible mark. "and you're the julieta perez. i'm a fan."
her pupils sparkled with a conspiratorial glee as she declared, "two persistent ladies are better than one, I feel. i'm not above intimidating in numbers for the better good."
Humble as ever, Julieta dips her head in appreciation. "Oh -- thank you." And you can tell she means it, down to her very bones. "Really, I wouldn't have made it far without you, you know. You are the real star." Coming from anyone else, she's aware that that statement sounds corny and forced -- but she's as sincere as can be. She's always been so appreciative of her fans, astutely aware of the fact that she never would have made it without them. "Bueno, what are we waiting for!? Let's go find that DJ. The entire room will be thanking us when we are done with him."
serena sits on the edge of her bed , listening to his voice through the receiver . he really called her . a man of his words , at least these basic ones . that's still more than her ex - fiance could manage . ❛ well , never too busy to accept holiday greetings , ❜ she says sweetly , tone almost a sing - song rhythm . ❛ that's really kind . happy valentine's day . you aren't going to the ball tonight , right ? you said you were busy ? ❜ if morgue wasn't an option , then she would have certainly liked to go with him .
"Yeah, nah." He says, almost embarrassed now at what his prior engagements are. "I got uh, I got a Fortnite Tournament to stream. If I didn't promise all the lonesome people some entertainment on this fine holiday ..." should he say he would've asked her to the ball? He figures he's paused for a second too long, and that adding that fact would make it kind of weird, so he doesn't. "But I hope you have fun! And I can't wait to hear all about it ... I'll send you a link to the stream if you're down to hop in for a second or two when the ball gets boring."
serena reaches up to brush a soft blonde curl behind her ear , her doe eyes recognizable even behind the soft - pink mask that covers her face . serena smiles at the sound of a french accent ; but it isn't the first she's heard in pinehaven , beyond her own , and it only serves to bring a lull of comfort . how nice .
❛ wouldn't that be something ? ❜ serena asks , the dim lights creating a gentle haze over the curvature of her round cheeks . ❛ are you visiting ? or have you lived here ? ❜
A wave of relief crashes quietly, as Lunet's worries that she might be recognized are quelled. Though, there remains a piece that feels hurt -- Lunet would recognize Serena anywhere, and Serena couldn't recognize her the same? She hides the hurt neatly, effortlessly.
She doesn't need to tell the truth. She could be anyone right now, anyone at all. So she lies. "I live here, I have lived here for eh ... five years, maybe six? I can hardly keep track of the time, you know. My mind is so busy in other places."
where catalina rambled, declan went quiet. he got like that, occasionally, when he was nervous. it wasn't that he had nothing to say, rather he just didn't want to make a fool of himself by saying anything stupid or silly or incorrect, somehow. even if it was kitty, and he'd known her for years, and he'd l— he forced himself to speak, regardless. “ i mean, i don't know a lot about crocheting or knitting or any of that, but i think they look damn good for being made in a week. ” a compliment, one he genuinely meant. he had made paintings in a week, before, and he felt his heart do a little backflip knowing that she was also so creative.
the song played in the background, slow and melodic as he delicately held her close. thank god for the masks, he thought, or she'd have seen the pink on his face for sure ( made all the more worse by his red hair ). “ have you been enjoying yourself so far tonight? it's all a bit . . . stuffy, i think, but it's kind of cool. not everyday we have a ball in town, huh? ”
"I could teach you, if you wanted -- I'm a good teacher, I think. Maybe I should try to get into art teaching, then we could see each other every day again!" It was an idea she'd always let live in the back of her head, pursuing teaching, but she also always felt like her anxiety would get the best of her and she'd totally lose her composure when having to stand in front of a class. Even if it was as natural as art is to her ... something about the inevitability of having a student or two who misbehaves and throws the whole class off, that was a big anxious concern too, because she was never sure she could handle that kind of thing either. ... Whatever! Cat silences her thoughts so that she can better live in the moment, or she does her best to anyhow. Her curse is once it's started, it's hard to get to it stop. He holds her closer, and she rests her head on his chest, taking deep breaths in sync with the sound of his heart beating. Relax.
"Yes! The most fun. They never do anything like this in New York, everything was so fast paced ... not really any time to play fairy princess at a ball like this." She stops herself from adding, that makes you my knight in shining armor, doesn't it? as she lifts her head back up to meet his gaze. Maybe she should just say it, maybe she should lean in for a kiss even -- is that not what all of this is leading to? They're no stranger to this closeness, no stranger to slowdancing together, yet something just feels so different about this moment. Or maybe she's reading too much into it. She'd always been to hopeful for her own good. Maybe she's setting herself up to ruin it. She doesn't really realize it, being so lost in her head, but her eyes are beginning to water and whatever calm she found syncing her breaths to the beating in his chest has been lost. She takes a step back, then another. "Um ... I think I'm ..." kind of freaking out. She stutters, she tries to compose herself, but she can't help the ever-growing anxious feeling, the whirlwind that leads to a panic attack. "I have to ... I have to go away. This ... I'm sorry. It's, it's getting really loud, and I don't ... I don't know."
WHAT MIGHT HAVE been dismissed by dante as a superficial interaction, a mere blip in his vibrant intentions to socialize took an unexpected pivot, as he swiftly sensed the radiating confidence from her. like she knew she was the moment. his head cocked, the breadth of his smile curving unevenly as it gradually expanded.
"s'not about bravado," he drawled, matching the energy with immediate adjustment. "it's more about, finesse. attitude." he twirled his wrist in a gesture as though that simple motion could encapsulate the reasoning behind his retort. "i know I look good," and clearly, this beauty knew she did as well. he liked that. "and my opinions the other one that matters, pretty."
BOLD. He's bold, and almost charming. Lunet thinks, if she did like the company of men as others do, he'd fit the bill. One of very few personalities in this quaint little town that's large enough to hold her attention. She has to respect it.
"Alors, how tragique it is you seem to have come alone. There was no one pouncing at the honor to share the dance floor with you, eh ...?" she lets her sentence drift, making clear that she expects him to give her his name now in so many words.
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