primadonna girl.

fill the void up with celluloid. take a [ picture, ] i'm with the boys. get what i want 'cause i ask for it, not because i'm really that deserving of it.

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mara.

❝ a death wish ? ❞ mara echoes, unable to help the laugh that escapes her. ❝ it’s just a ferris wheel, and i’m sure that it’s probably the safest thing here – i’m not quite certain on whether that’s a good thing or not, but the statement still stands. ❞ she glances towards the ferris wheel, her grin still wide. ❝ you’re honestly telling me there’s no way you’ll get on that with me ? ❞

a combination of fear and bewilderment is evident on alessia’s face as she trains her eyes on the ferris wheel, moving slowly with too many eeks and creaks. ❝ that’s exactly what i’m saying. not only is this entire … thing, ❞ she gestures around them — her reference covering every inch of the make shift carnival and the guests it exists to welcome, ❝ grossly unappealing, but i don’t have a desire to become a subject of this ghostbusting deal. ❞

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beverly.

Beverly sat on the steps of her porch, dirty gardening gloves sat in her lap as she took a break from gardening to nurse a glass of cold water. Her wide, brown eyes watched a TV crew interviewing one of her neighbors. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s fascinating to think that spirits could be detected by electronics. I’m just not sure how much validity there is to it,” she stated as she wiped some sweat from her forehead. “I mean, I’m not even sure would find anything here anyways. Sure, it’s a very old, historic town and there are plenty of stories…But I’ve never seen a thing, thank goodness.”

small towns were stifling. but even more so when a wild bunch of ghost hunters had planted themselves there for a week, most residents eating it up left the town buzzing. it was refreshing to find someone who wasn’t tacked onto the hype. watching the women pause her gardening ( of course staying a bit farther away; dirt? not welcome ), alessia shrugged in half defeat as she scanned over the crew. ❝ i don’t know, they seem pretty insistent that there’s something to be found here. they’d know better than i would, you know? ❞

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viktoria.

viktoria physically relaxed when the other confirmed that the group of leeches were not near them. she broke off a piece of the funnel cake and took a bite. “yeah, being famous isn’t really my thing,” she joked. “plus, i’m not a viable source of the local lore. i know some of it, but the true, blue townies would probably know more than i would.” she should start telling the camera crews that. “do you want a piece of this cake? i dunno if i’ll be able to finish it, honestly. i’m full, but it’s so good.” 

she herself had mostly believed the lore, having no other choice when she found herself making connections with those who claimed the afterlife as their home. ❝ right. me too. plus, i don’t really have a desire to be on TV right now... ❞ quick, subject change. she was edging just a bit too close to secrecy. ❝ did you hear about the reward they’re offering? ❞ ale eyed the girl’s plate of food suspiciously ━ something fried and covered in powdered sugar, disguised as a “cake”. eating off of silver platters when she was young had automatically sent a response of repulsion on her tongue, then. but maybe... it wouldn’t hurt. reaching out for the dessert, alessia gave the other a sweet yet slightly hesitant smile. ❝ i guess trying something new wouldn’t hurt. and you said this was a cake? doesn’t really look like one. ❞

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mara.

❝ c’mon — just go on the ferris wheel with me once. i don’t want to go alone, and plus the line is short right now. it’ll be like ten minutes tops, and it’d be ten minutes away from the people with cameras ? what could be more convincing than that ? ❞

a wave of disbelief washes over alessia, shooting mara an incredulous look. ❝ me? on.. on that- that thing!? ❞ she questions, finger pointing from herself to the large rickety wheel. ❝ no. absolutely not. you really must have some sort of death wish, and living in this town is enough of one, mar. ❞

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viktoria.

Viktoria was trying to make herself invisible as she ate her funnel cake. She wanted to enjoy the festival that the town put on for these ghost hunters, but the hunters themselves were making that very difficult. The group kept asking townies if they wanted to be on TV and get rich by showing them some haunted spots in town. That was the last thing Vik wanted to do. The point of running away was to, well, run away, but also to stay that way. That could all crumble down if she were to be spotted on television. She jumped when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. “Oh, God.” She chuckled. “I thought you were another hunter asking if I want to be famous.” She paused looking around. “They’re not around, are they?”

she had never been to a carnival. she had never even seen one in person. however, she had no real yearning to do so. they were dirty and wild and looked like death traps ━ nothing appealing. curiosity had landed her amongst the borders of the celebration, draped in a longer black peacoat. alessia wasn’t quite a runaway, but she was certainly running from something & had no desire to really be found; a tv crew and cameras showing to not be her friend... even if the bounty sounded rather enticing. she’d already dodged a few too many pushy ghostbusters, and coming up against another person in the dark light would have caused her to shriek if she hadn’t already been trying to keep quiet. a half smile tugged on her lips at the redhead’s words, alessia shaking her head slowly. ❝ god, no. at least, i hope not. that is precisely what i’m trying to avoid. ❞ chocolate hues tack onto the other girl, a hand coming up to pull the hood of her coat back a bit. ❝ you too? ❞

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Who was your first kiss? How was it?

❝ it was some boy in elementary school, if that even counts. i had just started at that private school and maybe two weeks later he wanted me to be his girfriend. it was.. well, about as good as two 9-year-olds could do. ❞

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Are you good at hiding your feelings?

❝ define ‘good’. it’s not like i really try that hard either. some are easier than others, you know. ❞

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what was the last lie you told?

❝ i told @fxkrory i wouldn’t spend $150 on that blouse. but that sale was amazing. i had to. ❞

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do you get jealous easily?

❝ partially. i'm used to others being jealous of me. but, i suppose i can get there. depends on the situation. ❞

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jolee.

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the momentum of keeping up the projection was draining, to put it nicely. mortal appearances were the worst, in jolee’s opinion, she was much happier back in her home. where opening doors was a thing of the past – literally. the only upside was one of the few humans that she showed more than just tolerance for. alessia was new, from somewhere other than old hollow. it was intriguing. especially the clothes worn by the other brunette. leaning against the stone wall next to the entrance of the bar. even back in 1818, drink was always able to bring out the real entertainment and information. watching the drunks leave and stumble, smirking at their expense. hearing the familiar sound, she turned her head to the side, “ FINALLY. “

for someone new & ( in her eyes ) clearly superior to most individuals of old hollow, the raven haired girl was certainly making her rounds. something like excitement buzzes in her veins as she comes up to the woman leaning against the establishment. it was nice to be around people who liked her, a stark difference from what she was used to, though that was beginning to be filed away under “before old hollow”. ❝ hey girl hey, ❞ alessia beamed, the trace of alcohol easily found amongst her words ━ though it was likely no more than a glass or two of wine. the smile sticks to her features as she casts a judgment filled glance to the doorway of the bar. ❝ would you believe these imbeciles? obviously class is in short supply and not held in high priority. luckily we have enough to make up for it... barely. how are you, jolee? ❞

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ellis.

He groaned as the pillow hit him, eyes squinting slightly open, but he wasn’t sure he really had the motivation to actually get out of bed. As used to travelling as he was, it didn’t particularly bother him that it wasn’t his own bed, only the idea that someone else was in bed with him making him finally shift around to tiredly look at who it was. Not a surprise. “Hey,” he mumbled back, eyes still just barely open as he yawned. “Is there coffee? Because otherwise, fuck it. I’m not ready to get up yet.”

an exasperated eyeroll is all she can offer, though the half smirk that tucks onto her lips isn’t all too surprising. a hand runs through charcoal waves with a sigh. ❝ you know, there is a coffee machine downstairs with your name on it. for the amount of times you’ve found yourself here, you’d think you’d know that by now, byrne. ❞ years upon years of paid help had brought her not so easily into the world of doing things herself. some days, it was a wonder she was able to function. but money could talk and money could buy a home coffee machine ━ keurig, or something like that. ❝ so, short answer: yes, there is the possibility of coffee. get up. ❞ she commands, but rolls lighter than a true demand off her tongue.

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ricky.

“It beats seeing it from the ground,” Ricky said with a nod, though not comfortable enough with the girl to be too much more forthcoming than that. “You can’t get good pictures without taking a few risks here and there, right? It’s… I don’t know about that. It’s taken pictures that are special to me so I guess by extension it is too,” he agreed, offering her another smile as she stuck out a hand, easily and maybe a little bit too enthusiastically reaching out to shake hers. As beaten down as life (and death) had made him in a lot of ways, he still really did like people. “Ricky, it’s nice to meet you. And that’s probably my fault, I’ve been hanging around for a while but… maybe not always in places where I run into people a lot.” With that, he shot another glance to the tree he’d fallen out of and chuckled. “Are you new here?”

❝ i suppose not. risk for passion and all that ━ or whatever they say ❞ purse still balancing on her elbow, in most cases she would have carried on her way by now, but felt the need to stay. if she was going to last in this town at all, she’d probably have to get to know people. really know them. ❝ i am. i’ve been here just a few weeks. ❞ ale nods, hand coming back to rest at her side. calling back ricky’s previous comment, she cast another look at him, smile evident on her lips. ❝ my father was very into photography. he had a lot of photographs hung in our foyer and the south wing. ❞ the comment comes matter of factly ( she often forgets not everyone can relate to her lifestyle ) & with a bit of a bite, though that she surrenders to the disdain for her farther; certainly not for the male she’s just met.  ❝ do you do anything with your photos? sell them, maybe? or put them in shows? of course i haven’t seen them, but i’m guessing they’re pretty good. ❞

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