GENEVIEVE WAS outside the small theatre , munching on a cookie . her script was splayed before her , a mess of pink highlights and glitter pen annotations . the wind was blowing , but today , for once , it seemed gentle . “ would you like a cookie ? ” she offered to the first person who came near her , an infectious energy dripping out of her smile . “ they’re pretty good and just a tiny bit stale . plus , they come with my company , free of charge ! ” she was practically begging at that point , with her big doe eyes . there was only so much shakespeare eve could read before trying to rip out her hair , strand by strand .
Behind gold-toned sunglasses, Adelita spared a glance in the other’s direction. The shades dipped down the bridge of her nose and her eyes narrowed slightly. The offering was meager at best. A waste of time at worst. But Adelita was nothing if not an avid procrastinator, and she was willing to bite just this once. “What flavor?” She questioned, eyeing the bag of cookies warily. “If it’s oatmeal raisin, I’ll pass.”
according to the school records, ADELITA SANTIAGO has been attending sacred heart for the past TWO YEARS . i last saw them hanging around STAN’S PLACE ; i think they were CLOSELY INSPECTING EVERY PATRON ENTERING AND LEAVING THE BAR . at TWENTY years old , lita has been studying PSYCHOLOGY . and get this , i heard that they WERE SHIPPED OFF TO SACRED HEART AFTER A NASTY FIGHT WITH THEIR STEPMOTHER — figure it’s true ? everyone around here always associates them with THE INCESSANT POPPING OF BRIGHT PINK BUBBLEGUM , GOLDEN RINGS GLISTENING IN THE SUNLIGHT , and A DULL ACHE RESOUNDING THROUGH A HOLLOW CHEST . in the time since these strange happenings , they HAVE NOT encountered unexplained occurrences .
it’s me again, back to introduce a new muse!
BACKGROUND
born & raised in mexico city (ie mexico’s capitol)
her mother died during childbirth, which left her father to raise adelita on his own
he did a very good job of that while also running his own flourishing business
adelita’s father developed a habit of spoiling her once he had the means to do so
because of this, adelita’s life was perfect until she was thirteen
that’s when her stepmother (marisol) came into the picture
basically, marisol was a gold digger who loved her father’s money
marisol eventually moved the whole family (including a stepbrother) to spain
stepmother felt threatened once adelita grew into her looks & started tormenting her
on top of that, adelita was bullied at her private school
everything came to a head on adelita’s eighteenth birthday
her stepmother took her aside and told her something so cruel, so offensive, that adelita will not repeat it to this day
in retaliation, adelita physically attacked her stepmother in front of all their guests
that’s what got her sent to sacred heart by her father, who was beyond mortified
he’s on the verge of cutting her out of his will and has taken his wife’s side, but hopes that time at university will set adelita straight
even though adelita has promised to behave, she can often be found at stan’s place because she wants to rebel however she (safely) can
PERSONALITY
fake it ‘til you make it, right? (see: adelita acts like hot shit despite thinking otherwise)
flaunts all of the trendy outfits, jewelry, etc that her dad’s money buys
because she’s upset with her dad, she gladly spends his money
if you kiss her ass, there’s a chance she’ll drop a few grand on you for the hell of it
swoons and fawns over anyone with more money than her
so far, she hasn’t had any experiences with the creepy/spooky happenings
because of this, she laughs off every rumor she hears
and will most likely mock anyone who tries to convince her otherwise
chaotic bisexual who gladly hooks up with men and women alike
anything to get back at her father and numb the pain she’s experiencing deep down
she will 100% do things out of spite, even if it’s to her own detriment
may or may not be willing to throw hands at any given time
PLOTS/CONNECTIONS
roommate — adelita’s father insists that she stays on campus, so her roommate has to hear her complaining constantly about their dorm
bad influences — someone who encourages her risky and wild behavior and probably uses her money as they please
good influences — someone who is trying their best to reel her in
exes — adelita fuels her wavering ego by breaking hearts and taking names and has little concern about her exes
booty calls — gender doesn’t matter as long as they’re cute and temporary
stepbrother — think of the messiness of her stepbrother attending the same school, having to interact with a stepsister he probably hates
LINKS
a full bio page
details a bit more of her background and the messiness of it all
his own notes had long since been forgotten as the thought of the tunnels sprang upon his mind. jacques attention was now transfixed on the young man before him. truth be told, he would not have assumed that roman would suffer from arachnophobia. perhaps it was jacques attempting to run from his work, or he was truly interested to understand the complex nature of fear. ‘ spiders? you are afraid of spiders? ‘ the fact that there would only be bugs and sewer water down there was disappointing to say the least. ‘ that’s tragic… i was hoping for something more scandalous down there. perhaps a lost treasure or a hidden grave… ‘
Truth be told, spiders didn’t particularly frighten Roman. It’d been a spur of the moment confession, fueled only by his incessant need to steer the conversation elsewhere. He wasn’t particularly fond of discussing anything that could be remotely odd, bizarre, or downright creepy. The serious of underground tunnels just below their feet seemed to fall under all three categories. “I mean...” Roman trailed off, awkwardly tapping his pencil against the tabletop. “The big, furry ones are definitely gross — and don’t get me started on the venomous ones. You’re more likely to get bit by a black widow than find any treasure. But what would I know, right?”
TWO MONTHS INTO the semester and esther could already feel herself slowly spiraling into a depressive episode. coursework piled up and class readings fell behind, unable to find the ENERGY needed to read the usual hundreds of pages a day. what is the point? what are you planning on doing? two years at sacred heart have felt like a blur that only cleared in these moments, when her mother’s voice entered her head—– “ but what are you D O I N G esther? ” mind wrestling with itself, the quiet girl decided it might be worth it to spend some time out of her stuffy dorm. fresh air is good for the soul—- or something like that, right? she wandered the campus grounds, february chills sending a shiver up her spine. in some subconscious act she found herself outside of the locked cathedral and couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh before taking a few steps up towards the door, only to stop and sit half way up the stairs. a silence follows for who knows how long, time seemed frozen in that moment as thoughts came and went. she barely even noticed the presence of another until her vision seemed to snap back. “ oh, uh … hi. ”
Religion and Roman had once gone hand in hand. Much of his youth was spent tucked between his parents in the pews of a local church — obedient as ever, intently listening to their pastor preach his sermon. Most people his age had gone through similar experiences. But with distance came newfound freedom, and with this freedom came experiences and emotions that contradicted this upbringing. Passing by the cathedral dredged up every concern he so desperately tried to ignore, but not even Roman could deny the building’s pull. Feet dragging along cracks in the pavement, his eyes were first pulled to the pillars holding the church together. The moment a voice called out to him, however, his gaze promptly shifted. A recognizable face stared right back at him. It didn’t take long to put a face to the name. “Hi, uh — Esther, right? I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
‘ have you ever been in the tunnels? ‘ the question seemingly came out of nowhere, after a long silent pause his voice echoed through the air. a pensive expression marking otherwise delicate features, dark hues and even darker rings beneath his eyes averted to meet the other’s gaze. ‘ i wonder what might be down there… ‘ truth be told, this was a thought which often frequented his mind, one which could only be satisfied by an adventure of vast magnitude within the unsanctified halls.
So transfixed by his own note-taking, the abrupt question threw Roman for a loop. His fingers tensed around the pencil in his grasp, and the pressure he applied was so fierce that the tip completely snapped. “I have a fear of spiders,” Roman promptly chimed in, ignoring the mess that now lay before him. “So I try not to think too much about it. Pretty sure all you’ll find are some bugs and dirty sewer water.”
she’s learned not to inquire about estella’s whereabouts. sometimes, the girl would just not return to their room at night, and at first, michal would get concerned, ask her about it the next morning, but she’s ADAPTED to the feeling of being alone in the room, and has learned to take advantage of being some place without a second person occupying the same space as her. she is sitting on the floor, legs tucked neatly underneath herself as she balances her weight on her feet. in front of her lies a plastic ouija board, her fingers perched PRECARIOUSLY on the wooden planchet. she takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and the words “ are there any spirits in the room with me right now? ” leave her mouth. the planchet starts to move, her eyes flutter open to watch it, and as soon as it hovers over the word yes, there is a bump at her door. her head SNAPS to look at the source of the noise, and she carefully and shakily rises to walk towards it, hand fumbling with the doorknob to greet her new visitor. “ hello? ” she asks as the door reaches its most open position and it’s revealed that her visitor seems to be just an average student. “ can i help you? ”
One moment, there are scattered papers and open textbooks coating his desk. The telltale pull of slumber tugs at every fiber of his being, but his grip on a half-empty cup of coffee remains steadfast. A slow, languid blink of his eyes ends when his eyelids are too heavy to pry back open. There’s a lapse in memory that ensues. Nothing but complete and total emptiness that fills the void between the before and after. What feels like no time at all slips past, and he only comes to when there’s a hard surface colliding directly with his nose. Hissing in pain, Roman barely has any time to register where he is or what’s just happened. He’s got one hand around his nose and the other up against the door when it opens. Luckily, he catches himself on the door frame before he falls forward. However, he’s now face-to-face with someone looking as bewildered as he feels. “Oh,” is all he manages. “Where...uh, where am I?”
according to the school records, ROMAN MOORE has been attending sacred heart for the past THREE YEARS . i last saw them hanging around JOHN BRACKEN LIBRARY ; i think they were INSPECTING A PILE OF DILAPIDATED BOOKS . at TWENTY ONE years old , roman has been studying LAW . and get this , i heard that they SOMETIMES WAKE UP ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE WOODS — figure it’s true ? everyone around here always associates them with EMBERS OF A DYING FIRE , COFFEE STAINS ON OLD PARCHMENT , and FOOTPRINTS LEFT IN DAMP DIRT . in the time since these strange happenings , they HAVE encountered unexplained occurrences .
what’s up, guys! rai’s the name and raising hell’s the game. in all seriousness, i’m very excited to be part of this group and want to briefly introduce you to my son, roman!
BACKGROUND
raised by two loving, doting parents in california
was their golden child who excelled at just about everything
isn’t spoiled, but has never known what it’s like to struggle either
life was perfectly normal, absolutely average (generic af)
up until he received an acceptance letter to secret heart
kept his head low and tried to see the good in the school, then people went missing
that’s when the sleepwalking started
some nights, he’ll go to sleep and wake up in his own bed
other nights, completely unprompted, he wakes up at the edge of the woods
he tries to pull all-nighters as often as possible, but eventually crashes/passes out
currently trying to get his law degree, but his grades are starting to slip
used to frequently exchange letters with his parents, but they’re extremely rare now
essentially, he feels completely alone in a foreign country, in a school he’s convinced may or may not kill him at some point
PERSONALITY
honestly, he’s never been anything less than perfect and that’s a HUGE problem now
he literally cannot fathom the fact this is something out of his control
he likes to ignore the obvious (ie his sleepwalking) in the hopes that it’ll just go away
went from bright & bubbly to a “god has forsaken me” mentality
slowly turning into a disaster bi rather than a functional bi
speaking of bi, that’s just another issue he keeps tucked away
because there’s really not a lot of time to deal with an identity crisis
genuinely tries to be nice to his peers, but finds it increasingly hard to keep his cool
bro if you see him crying in an empty classroom or in a private section of the library
just leave him be
he is simply vibing too hard
PLOTS/CONNECTIONS
a roommate — they live in red deer hall together, but roman probably tries to write off his random sleepwalking as just going out for early walks
a confidant — against his better judgement, roman tells them about his problems and doesn’t feel quite so alone when they’re together
an enemy — for any number of reasons, they don’t get along and roman’s patience for their assholery is wearing thin
a fling — roman really doesn’t have time to be hitting hotties up, but he is indeed a disaster bi and can’t help himself sometimes
an ex — roman was a very good boyfriend up until the sleepwalking happened, which is when he broke up with (and started to avoid) them
a friend — please...he is so lonely and in need of a hug
