“Please don’t take it personally. I’ve just been in a bad mood for all of today, it’s nothing to do with you at all.”
“ TRUST ME , BABE , WE’VE ALL BEEN THERE , ” she reassures the other with a chuckle and a slight , playful eye roll . “ do you wanna TALK about it or should i just leave you to it ? cause either would be FINE by me . ”
“ EXCUSE ME, DO YOU KNOW WHERE I COULD FIND , ” she looks down at her phone once more , making sure she has the correct name . though niamh THOUGHT she was getting accustomed to the town centre , it once again proved her WRONG . she was sure she had seen that restaurant a HUNDRED times over , but everything seemed so similar that she kept running into dead ends . “ mastralia ? ” she completes , LOOKING back up expectantly . “ i’ve tried following google maps , but it DOESN’T seem to want me to get there . ”
[ amber heard , cisfemale , she/her ] hey , there’s NIAMH DONOHOE the THIRTY-TWO year old tourist that i met recently. it’s easy to tell that they’re pretty INTELLIGENT but you’ll learn they're pretty RESERVED too. they’re visiting from DUBLIN, IRELAND and HAVEN'T visited before. they often spend time around LEROS TOWN if you’re looking for them.
uhh so i couldn’t help myself and i brought over a new character, niamh ! she is still Under Development as she’s a new muse, so her introduction will probably be a lot shorter than gabi’s, but i’m really excited for her !!
niamh donohoe is very used to her name being mispronounced and will correct you in the most discreet way possible, but just in case you need a reminder: it’s pronounced neev.
is originally from limerick, ireland, but has been living in dublin for like, 14 years now
growing up, she’s always had this picture perfect family. her mom was an english teacher, her dad was an accountant, and she was their only child who got spoiled a bit too much but still did enough around the house not to be considered a total brat.
she was also always taught very strict notions of what a “lady” should be, and followed them thoroughly. her life was always a balancing act: being pretty without trying too hard, being intelligent without speaking too loud, wearing skirts that were never too long but never too short. 100% the mom friend who had absolutely everything in her purse and made sure you never got into too much trouble.
dreamt of being a jane austen-like author and definitely carries a book with her everywhere she goes. she can’t enter a bookstore without leaving with at least two new books and it’s a perpetual fight between her and her wallet.
went to trinity college and studied english. there, she met the man who she believed to be the love of her life and they got married a few years after graduation. she went into journalism because it was more practical than becoming an author and struggled a few years as an assistant before she could finally get a writing job.
her marriage was definitely picture perfect on the outside, which was part of the reason why she struggled so hard to get out of it. her husband had no huge defects, per se, but he’d never exactly made her feel the way she thought people were supposed to, like in a romance novel. it was more practical than anything else.
the divorce came as a surprise to absolutely everyone, and in a way, even to niamh herself. mostly because she had always been very focused in doing what was right according to society, rather than following her own heart.
the reason behind it was more surprising yet, something no one would have ever suspected: niamh’s father had an entire other family that he’d kept hidden from niamh and her mother for years. niamh’s mom, however, stayed with him, out of duty more than anything else, and that made niamh reevaluate a lot of her choices and why she was doing what she was doing.
she recently took a job at a travel magazine as to keep her mind off of literally eVERYTHING that had been happening in her life, and that’s how she ended up in the hottest new location: leros. i imagine she’s been there a week or so, and the plan is to spend the month, but in her short period of time here, she’s been struck for inspiration for a novel, and is seriously considering staying to see where that takes her. but of course, she hasn’t really told anyone yet.
personality-wise, niamh is very polite, though she lives a lot in her mind, and it’s always quite obvious that she hasn’t said everything that she has to say in pretty much any matter. she’s extremely observant and prone to zoning out, getting lost in her own little world.
she generally doesn’t say much, and certainly not enough to ever disconcert someone or cause a scandal, but in her internal monologue?? vv judgy lmao
is very eloquent and articulated and very prone to stating facts pertinent to the conversation or correcting people’s grammar or some shit
if you aCTUALLY get through to her she can be quite funny and sarcastic and gasp ! talkative. has commentary and opinions on everything, but just has to trust and appreciate you enough to share it with you.
which is why people who don’t know her too well are always surprised at how witty and upfront her writing is, because she’s usually only like that with people who she actually likes lol.
anyway! since she’s only been in leros a while i don’t imagine she knows too many people yet but we could always plot out budding/future connections!!
she winced as she saw it happen. her seven-year-old son, ajax was kicking a ball around and generally, he didn’t have much strength behind his kick. he was still learning, but this one time, his foot ended just right on that ball and flew through the air, connecting with someone’s face rather hard. she saw ajax’s shocked face, clearly not having intended to hurt someone and ran over to the person he’d kicked the ball towards. she went over as well, to apologize for her son as well as make sure the person didn’t get too angry at him. she was, if anything, protective of her child, almost to a fault. “i’m really sorry!” little ajax said, looking up with big eyes as she walked up to him and placed her hand on his shoulder, letting him know she was here. “are you alright?” she asked, concerned about the other.
“ PUTA QUE PARIU , ” her first language slips from her tongue once the ball hits her face , and gabi is thankful it wasn’t english once she sees a small child had been the one responsible for it . after the initial SHOCK , laughter bursts from her mouth , and she is forced to catch her breath in order to speak to him . “ oh , don’t worry about it , honey , i’m great . that was QUITE the kick . you should consider professional football , ” she tells him with another small laugh , still a bit shaken from the event as she faces the boy’s mother . “ i’m fine , really , there’s no need to WORRY about it . the initial shock was the worst of it , ” she reassures her .
“there is no way in seven hells i’m doing karaoke. you’re better off asking the pope.” her words served as fuel to the fire; the audience was practically begging the unwilling ‘contestant’ to jump up onto the makeshift stage they had built overnight at the end of the busied street. eyes locking onto the person beside her, beth played the two-for-one card, “the only way i’ll get up there is if i have a partner.”
“ IF THAT WAS YOUR PLAN to get out of this , you’ve got the wrong girl , because i’m always up for karaoke , ” gabi informs her with a smirk , as the audience CHEERS her on , now that they had beth exactly in the position they wanted her , with no way out of it . “ did you have any songs in mind , partner ? ”
“ A THIEF AND A MANIPULATOR ? I SEE YOUR TRUE COLORS coming through tonight , huh ? ” he’s joking , of course , but keeps his expression serious , which was typical for alex. you’d think being a french music prodigy , alex would brag more. he’d jump at any opportunity to show up. however , he never did. in fact , there were only MINIMAL people who knew everything about alex , and he wasn’t always willing to share. instead , he remained modest , hidden by fake shyness and needing pastries to be bribed to play. “ pasty first , then i’ll play. ” he speaks , putting his hand out. “ anything , i’ll look up the tabs if i need to. ” not something the AVERAGE musician would suggest , but alex had adapted to every song his mom forced him to learn – each time quicker and quicker. “ what’s on your repertoire ? ”
“ I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW that i’m only ONE of those TWO things , ” she responds with a feigned defensiveness , not bothering to specify which of those she actually is , though the smile lingering on her lips easily gives her away . “ pasty first ? ” she MOCKS him with a baby voice , pouting at him . “ fine , ” she concedes , slinging her bag off her back and taking from it a tupperware filled with GOODS she had taken from kavos , which had been serving them for FREE for the special occasion . “ alright , i have some bougatsa , baklava , and some slices of regani . take your pick , ” she offers as she takes off the lid . “ oh , what isn’t on my repertoire ? i reckon we should do something UPBEAT , that people can dance to ! tell me , french boy , do you know any ABBA ? ”
ALEX IS ALMOST THANKFUL THAT IT’S GABI , and not someone else he’d have to pretend to have a conversation with. “ oh , salut. ” he speaks , running a hand through his hair. “ no , i definitely WASN’T planning on it , so you’re gonna have to be a little more convincing then that. ” typically , alex avoiding music like the plague. he loved it , more than anything , but his mother put a bad taste in his mouth , so he had a hard time. however , playing guitar for the sake of a greek street party was different then playing historical classic music on piano in front of a crowd of thousands. “ but , i’m not doing anything so there’s a CHANCE i wouldn’t mind. ”
“ WOULD IT BE MORE CONVINCING if i offered you free pastries ? cause i stole a few from kavos , and i’m not particularly opposed to sharing . though it would have to be a quid pro quo situation , ” she tells him with a SMIRK lingering on her lips . from the times she has heard alex play , it stands quite obvious to gabi that he’s an EXCEPTIONALLY talented musician , though contrary to most of those , he doesn’t seem to jump at every opportunity to show off his skills . “ you know what ? i’m taking that as a yes . come on , ” she takes his hand and drags him through the crowd , managing to DODGE every single tourist and local who gets on their way . she has always been quite skillful at navigating a crowd , having lived in quite big cities before moving to leros . once in a spot that remains somewhat empty for now , gabi looks back at him with a smile . “ so , what’s on your repertoire ? ”
ALEXANDRE ISN’T A FAN OF SOCIAL EVENTS , but it slips his mind that the street party is tonight. he wasn’t the best at DATES , and he hardly remembered it was already march. so what started as him going for a drink turned into him standing on the side of the street , thankful that there was a stand giving out FREE DRINKS and regretting the fact that was he was now stuck within a crowd , the idea of weeding through it to get home basically out of his mind now as he prays he doesn’t get pulled into the street to dance. he’s zoned out , staring into this drink , when he hears a voice directed towards him. “ pardon - ” he speaks , french accent thick in his tone. “ i’ll be honest , i WASN’T listening. could you repeat yourself ? ”
FOLLOWING THE HECTIC HOURS serving free pastries at kavos , gabi is relieved once her shift is over , and she is finally AVAILABLE to enjoy the night . with a guitar strapped to her back , she is on the way to her usual performance spot during street parties , when she happens to run into a particularly familiar face . “ alex ! ” she calls out and waves at him , though he doesn’t seem to listen . it is only once she is close enough to be facing him DIRECTLY that he speaks to her . “ well , i was just saying hi, ” she tells him as an amused chuckle falls from her lips . “ i know you probably weren’t planning on it , but you should come perform with me tonight . i have my guitar with me , and with some LUCK , i might let you borrow it . ”
mason shrugs a shoulder. “i don’t know. i’m never on camera,” he admits, though he doesn’t think it will. he hasn’t thought about asking anyone about it before now. he runs a hand through his hair then snaps one more picture when she isn’t paying much attention to what he’s doing. “don’t worry. they usually turn out.”
“ LUCKY BASTARD , ” she jokes , eyes rolling playfully as a DRAMATIC sigh falls from her lips . spontaneous pictures are ALWAYS much to gabi’s preference , though she is quite picky with images of herself . often , she prefers to not even LOOK at them too long , knowing her mind is prone to CHANGING very quickly . “ well , at least i have a good photographer following me around , ” she jokes with a small laugh .
“does being last win me anything special?” she asks, sarcasm dripping from her voice as she looks at the other girl. she’d almost considered causing a scene, but she’s not very good at it. if anything, it might make phaedra feel more guilty than she would be able to find humor in it. she leans against the counter and shrugs a shoulder. “would i be the most annoying customer of the night if i said to surprise me?”
“ WELL , IT WAS supposed to mean that you’d receive the HONOR to hang out with me tonight , but since you don’t appear to want that at all , i think i’m RETRACTING the offer , ” she INFORMS her as she puts her hands on her hips , with raised eyebrows and a slight smirk on her lips . “ yes . absolutely . but i do think the KATAIFI is especially good today . though i’m always favorable to lemon pie . come on , it will take me ages to decide ! you’re better off on your own , ” she laughs.
“wait!” mason called out, almost stumbling as he ran to follow the person who had stepped in front of his view moments ago. “can you do me a favor and stay where you are for a moment? the way the light is hitting you right now is amazing.” he waved his camera. “not a creep. promise.”
AT THIS POINT , gabi is already much too used to mason’s antics, and swears she’s probably in HALF the pictures in his camera . but even as she complies , it feels unnatural to stand there , posing as everyone else walked by . “ will this ever feel any less AWKWARD ? ” she asks him with a small laugh , positively certain that modeling is not for her .
“ IF YOU COULD HANG ON for just one second , ” gabi promises the person who is next in line ( if that could be called a line. it was more like a DISORDERLY herd of people , bumping into one another so that they could have their free pastries ) , as she hands the impatient gentleman who’d been waiting for no longer than a minute his piece of orange cake . EVERY MONTH , she looks forward to the street parties . and every month , once they are over , she forgets the CHAOTIC energy present in these events . not even the full work force of kavos was able to entirely handle it . but the music and dancing more than make up for it , and gabi would be LYING if she said she wasn’t excited to finally take her break so that she could join the celebration , and put on her own music show on the streets . “ you’re my LAST customer of the night ! ” she proudly announces , opening a wide smile . “ better make this order a GOOD one . ”
You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s (via soulsame)
[ bruna marquezine , cisfemale , she/her ] hey , there’s GABRIELA GUTIERREZ the TWENTY-THREE year old local that i met recently. it’s easy to tell that they’re pretty ALTRUISTIC but you’ll learn they’re pretty IMPULSIVE too. they’ve been living on the island for TWO YEARS and often spend time around KAVOS if you’re looking for them.
hi everyone!! my name is mari and i’m way to excited to be bringing gabi to you all! mamma mia is the greatest cinematic masterpiece ever produced & i love me some greek islands so here i am. i’m,,,,, vv bad at talking abt myself so here’s more about the bae
gabriela torres vicente gutierrez was born and raised in rio de janeiro, brazil. as the daughter of a telenovela actress and a theatre/tv director, she was pretty familiar with the spotlight. that wasn’t always a good thing, however, as proved by the huge affair her mother had with a much more famous director, which led her to moving to são paulo with her dad. not much changed, seeing as he’d always raised her anyway. her mother was mostly shallow and obsessed with the spotlight, thinking a child took away from that.
her father wanted to keep her far away from the life of show business, but gabi had always had a very artistic mind. she specifically loved music, and had been writing her own songs from the age of 8. she wanted to follow that career path, but her dad insisted she stick to something more “conventional”, even though he didn’t want to see her talent wasted, he also didn’t want her to have to handle the ups and downs of show business.
he also always passed down much of his life philosophy to her, teaching her to always be kind to everyone no matter what, which was something she truly took to heart. much of who she is comes from the general philosophy of helping others and being good.
when she was 15 her father passed away from cancer, and the most devastating part was that she’d have to move in with her mother, who took her in immediately because she was afraid of how it would look for her career if she didn’t.
( tw: abuse ) it definitely wasn’t an easy move for gabi this time, and those were some of her harsher years. she acted extremely rebellious and would have constant fights, which ended often in her mother bruising her. she endured a lot pf physical and emotional abuse, but still refused to back down. their fights could probably be heard by the entire neighborhood but no one bothered to help, and though gabi always threatened to go public with it and ruin her mothers career, she never had the courage to, and of course, it only resulted in harsher consequences for her.
( tw: abuse ) when she turned 17, their fights reached a peak. gabi had returned home one day with her boyfriend at the time, thinking her mom wasn’t there. but turns out she was and she was very drunk, and had just received terrible news from work. so when she saw gabi in bed with a boy? she didn’t take it kindly. between slaps and calling her a slut gabi said the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree and her mom freaked out. the boy hadn’t known what to do but once he saw the fight was serious and gabi was being beaten half to death, he called the police. gabi ended up at the hospital and was sort of angry, sort of thankful, but that was the end of that relationship anyway. her mom’s career was pretty much ruined even if there had been no real legal consequence, and gabi’s name was all over the media, but she ignored that as much as she could, moving in with her father’s sister and being extremely embarrassed about it all.
taking her dad’s advice to heart, once she graduated high school, gabi decided to major in psychology in university. her original plan, having had studied at an international school her entire life, had been to move somewhere else, but she wasn’t sure whether the money her dad had left behind would cut it and asking her mother was out of the question, so she stayed with her aunt and went to usp, são paulo’s biggest public university.
she did continue writing songs and playing small shows at bars and rarely ever a larger venue, and acquired a small following. but it was mostly a hobby, and she wouldn’t allow it to be anything bigger than that.
then she finally graduated and wasn’t sure what to do with her life. she liked psychology but it really wasn’t doing it for her and she knew she needed a change in scenery. then she went to leros with her dad’s side of the family, as was customary for them, and in an act of impulse, she decided to stay. as she’d been going there so often since she was a child, she knew a lot of the locals, and quickly got a job at kavos, helping around during the day and singing many of the nights.
two years later and it’s still like heaven on earth for her. her aunt insists she needs to come back eventually and make something out of her degree, but gabi is too happy at leros to even consider it.
this is getting a bit long but i wanna talk abt her personality real quick ok! as previously stated, she is extremely kind and very easy going. the sort of person you’d assume would never even hurt a fly and looks extremely happy with the life that she’s leading at every step of the way. but she’s still very quick to anger and gets very easily defensive, which is especially apparent if you know her too well, which is why she always tries to keep a comfortable distance from others.
fiercely loyal friend though and if you’re one of the people she actually keeps close she would 10/10 go to war for you. she has a tendency to put other people’s needs before her own though and if there’s a problem she will try her damn hardest to fix it.
has probably had her heart broken a lot and falls in love pretty easily because she’s been treated so terribly that if someone is nice to her she instantly wants to get married but at the same time she puts it in her head that they’re definitely lying and gets paranoid and like,,,,,, she needs to decide what she wants lol.
not much of a party girl, but when she parties she parties extremely hard. she doesn’t really drink unless she’s gonna get absolutely wasted which look, isn’t healthy, but that’s life. is also prone to doing things just for the hell of it.
so,,,, that’s gabi! & here are some lame potential connections:
- best friends
- confidants
- flings
- exes
- opposites attract
- roommates
- music buddies
- work colleagues
- loOK I SUCK AND I’M WAY BETTER AT BRAINSTORMING SO COME @ ME AND WE’LL FIGURE SOMETHING OUT