malini's staring down an old, innocent-looking couple who have been lollygagging around the store for too long. the woman has a trench-coat on in the middle of july while the man is rocking a fedora. a lightbulb switches on; thieves ! thieves flashes in bright neon pink in her mind over and over. she stalks them as one would a prey ; walking through the isles, hiding behind hangers full of clothes. she squats down, walking like a crab when her shoulder bumps into someone's leg. head whips up, her voice a mere whisper. “ they're stealing, right? can you see them? ”
having only planned to poke around the store for a few minutes to kill time before a meeting, genesis hadn't paid anyone else any attention as she'd wandered the aisles. she's wasn't shopping for anything in particular, instead just aimlessly thumbing through clothing items to see if anything caught her eye. she hadn't even noticed the younger woman inching closer to her until felt the slight impact, and nothing could have prepared her for what she saw when she looked down. "you know you look a little ridiculous down there, right?" gen taunts, giving the other a smile before she glanced up to see who she was referring to. as if their clothing wasn't a dead giveaway, she watched the man's hand discreetly swipe something off a shelf before he was pretending to adjust the woman's coat, catching them right in the act. "they are. does this place have a protocol for that, or do you want to go confront them?"
do you hear WILD SIDE BY NORMANI playing? oh, that must be GENESIS CARTER breezing by. i heard that SHE has been in town for HER WHOLE LIFE, which is crazy considering she is THIRTY-TWO years old. yeah, she lives over on ELECTRIC AVENUE, and i heard that she works as a BARTENDER @ MILKSHAKE BAR (IN TOWN). i love that she reminds me of TEQUILA SUNRISES, DARK MATTE LIPSTICK, THE SMELL OF LAVENDER & JASMINE, & SLIPPING OUT OF BED BEFORE THE OTHER WAKES UP, but … ugh, her playlist is so weird. why are MY BLOOD, DIAMONDS ARE A GIRL’S BEST FRIEND, & ANTHEMS FOR A SEVENTEEN YEAR-OLD GIRL in the queue?
i. basics
full name: genesis rivera carter
nickname(s): gen
age: thirty-two
date of birth: september 29th
hometown: cider point, ma
gender & pronouns: cis female & she/her
sexual orientation: bisexual
romantic orientation: biromantic
occupation: bartender @ milkshake bar (+ teaches dance classes)
biological parents: marisol rivera (mother) and unknown father
adoptive parents: oliver and william carter
siblings: older brother and dakota carter
ii. back story
(tw: parental death)
born to one marisol rivera, who didn't feel like she was capable of raising a child when she was still trying to figure out life for herself, genesis' time in the womb was spent with the woman sizing up one couple after another in search of people that would give her daughter the life she couldn't: a two parent household with siblings and where there was an unlimited amount of love, financial stability, and memories every child deserved.
officially adopted by the carters, she was raised in a loving home and couldn't have asked for a better upbringing or people to call family, yet she still found herself struggling with feeling like she'd been abandoned, and with no idea of who she was since she didn't know where she came from. but she's very much not a "wear your heart or your emotions on your sleeve" kind of gal so instead of learning to regulate her emotions, pre-teen genesis was starting to become a little bitch. her dads knew that she needed a much healthier way to deal with her big girl feelings, so they suggested she find a hobby or craft to help her work out her shit because they were not about to raise a real life alison dilaurentis or regina george.
she turned to dance as an outlet for her emotions, and sure enough, it helped calm her down (for the most part). she went from dance classes at a studio in town to the high school dance team, and while she did just the bare minimum in academics, she put her all into her passion. she helped lead the team to nationals, and it was then that she decided to pursue dance professionally. college dancing was far more cutthroat than she was used to, and the curriculum was a lot more rigorous than she'd been prepared for, so she only made it through the first two years before dropping out. luckily the boston celtics provided a backup option, and she sailed right through the auditions before landing a spot on the roster. she spent the next five years being hot, throwing ass on the court, and being wined and dined by ballers (which yes, went against the organization's code of conduct but she's too smart to turn down designer bags and private jets).
once she 'retired' from the celtics dance team (or probably got fired for breaking said code of conduct, but that's neither here nor there), she returned to cider point, where a now terminally ill marisol reached out and finally wanted to get to know the daughter she gave up. with her fathers' blessing, she spent almost a year asking the woman every question she'd stressed and cried over for years, with the older latina giving her as much information about her side of their heritage as she could. gen was there when marisol took her final breath, and while it was sad to see the woman go, their brief time together had started to repair that little hole in her heart.
with plans of one day making it out of massachusetts and seeing the world, genesis started teaching dance class in and out of town during the day, while bartending at the milkshake bar at night. she's not complaining, but at this rate, it feels like it'll take forever to save up enough money before she's hopping back on flights. she doesn't have time for that, so if you ask, she is entertaining side hustles, such as [redacted].
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