Zoie Bentley

Witch, Holloway Coven. Waitress. Dance Instructor. Bookworm. Yoga Enthusiast. This is a mature, 21+, dependent RP blog for HOLLOWAYHQS.TUMBLR.COM

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ZOIE BENTLEY

Full Name: Zoie Rochelle Bentley Nicknames: Zo, Z, Chelle Age: 28 Species: Witch, Holloway Coven Occupation: Owner, Sweet Escapes Bakery Gender/Pronouns: cis female && she/her Relationship Status: Single Sexuality: Pansexual Birthdate: February 5 Zodiac Sign: Aquarius Personality (+): Creative, Funny, Open, Intelligent, Loyal, Understanding, Organized, Fair Personality ( - ): Guarded, Moody, Type-A, Anxious, Untrusting

Bio:

Zoie Rochelle Bentley was born February 5, 1993 in Holloway, North Carolina to parents Marcia and Marcus Bentley. 

Both of Zoie’s parents are full-blooded witches, members of the Holloway Coven well-known and respected throughout the town. Being a lineage within the coven, born to known and respected members, and carrying the title of a Holloway Coven witch, and being given the birthright she was were always tough for Zoie to reconcile. 

Growing up, her parents preached the importance of upholding herself, their name, and the family’s place within the coven. Zoie both knew and knows what is expected of her, though it does not always equate with what she feels, or who she believes she is. 

Though she comes across as someone with control issues (not an unfair assessment in truth), someone extremely interested in order and organization, she has a heart that yearns for something different than what she’s been brought up in. 

While her entire life is in Holloway- her coven, her family, her friends- she can’t help but to wonder what life outside of the small town is like. Though, she is fearful, having heard tell of those who are not so nice and accepting of those raised in the supernatural world. 

Throughout school, Zoie was a top performer, genuinely loving to learn about new things, reading any and everything she could get her hands on. The study of any topic, magical or otherwise, has always fascinated her. She has always wanted to know as much as possible about the world around her, as well as the people living in it. 

The relationship with Zoie’s parents is strained- while they are proud of their daughter for maintaining their name and upholding the expectations and responsibilities set forth for her, they understand and are aware of her desire to break free, to explore, to search for more than what they and the Holloway Coven have always provided for her. 

Zoie feels constantly torn between her family, her history, and the expectations set for her. She cannot bear to disappoint, and does not want to upset or offend her parents or her Coven in any way. However, she does feel it important to express herself, to be true to her own wants and desires, and to explore and seek as much adventure and experience while she has the chance. 

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hollowayhazel​:

Hazel wasn’t that interested in whatever the person was selling; she wasn’t into stopping and getting those leaflets from strangers and then having to pretend to be polite. But when she heard the list of treats, her mind changed completely. She took out one headphone, glancing at the treats. “Did you say vampire cupcakes? Please tell me they don’t contain real vampire.” She joked. 

The woman’s demeanor had indicated to Zoie just about everything she needed to know- it wasn’t likely she’d be stopping to purchase anything. The saving grace, however, came in the fact that unless someone specifically wanted to step into the bakery, everything on her table tonight was free. After all, wasn’t that the spirit of Halloween? At least, what it seemed to have become in modern times. The giving of free sweets in exchange for a look at amazing (though sometimes not) costumes, the majority of which were draped on or sewn around children. At Hazel’s question, Zoie couldn’t help but to laugh, shrugging her shoulders slightly. “Not this time around, no. Unfortunately not. Though, it wasn’t for lack of trying, let me tell you. I just couldn’t find a Vamp generous enough to let go of a couple of pounds for the greater good.” The joke came, and she couldn’t stop herself from making a face. “Bad joke, I know. Good thing I’m not a comedian, huh? So, pick your potion, what’ll it be? And yes, one of each is absolutely an acceptable answer. I really do not want to have to take any of this home tonight.”

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adamanyang​:

               It wasn’t that Adama didn’t like Halloween… she actually enjoyed the festivities and the little touristic flow that flocked into town, thus finding themselves at her store if they stayed for a couple of days, whenever they read about their corn mazes and town celebrations. What she didn’t like were the practical jokes. Especially the mean ones. Still, she smiled and waved back at the other person, replying to her greeting. “Oh?” Her brow arched, the corners of her lips curling up in an interested smirk. “Don’t mind if I do. When have I ever said no to sweets, Zo?” Adama chuckled. “Which one would you say it’s the tastiest?”

Seeing Adama approaching, Zoie knew it wouldn’t take much convincing to pawn one or two of her goods off on the other woman. As a loyal customer, Adama had become a fairly good friend to Zoie, something she found herself desperately needing more times than not, though finding to be someone unattainable. Laughing to herself,, she shook her head slightly, already lifting one of the cream cheese squares from its row. “I should’ve known, it shouldn’t have even been a question. Here, take a taste of a scream cheese square. I’m partial to them myself, but let me know what you think.” Zoie took in a deep breath, allowing the fresh, crisp night air to fill her lungs. “At least we’ve got good weather, this would have sucked ten times more in the rain. How are things at the shop?”

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callmexkai​:

Kai had already eaten a lot, and he still felt hungry, like a hole he could not fill. Though he blamed the Halloween night messing with body. He’d always felt on edge on this night, maybe he was paranoid or maybe there really was something in the air on Halloween. He looked up at the woman’s voice, offering a smile. “Happy Halloween,” he replied. “I never say no to a donut. You convinced me,” he laughed a little. “I’ll have one of everything. It’s Halloween. I don’t need sugar free. Did you make these?”

Kai’s smile was so bright, it forced an even bigger one from Zoie. She noded as he approached, gesturing to the table in front of her. “Happy Halloween!” She said with a sigh, eyebrows raising slightly. “Huh, that was easy. I’ll have to remember that, the next time I need something from you. Just bring a doughnut, I’ll have you hooked.” Laughing, she lifted one of the baked rings from the table, passing the plate to the man. “I can box up the rest for you, if you’d like? Or, we can just toss them all onto one plate. Whatever works best for you.” Zoie nodded her understanding at his commentary on the sugar-free items. “Understood, and noted. Though, unfortunately not everyone shares that little luxury. Cater to the masses- that’s the goal, at least. I did, yes!” She nodded. “It took me all damn day, granted, but I did. How have things been in your neck of the woods?”

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talia-hollow​:

The smell of fresh baked goods wafted over Talias senses, pulling her focus away from the dimly lit scare actors and strangers passing by. Her toes curled as she inhaled with a grin. Nothing felt more like home than a freshly baked goodie.

She followed her nose to the beautifully arranged table, the decorations were so festive and adorable, pulling at her heart strings. It was beyond time for her to pull out her apron again, but for now these goodies would satisfy the craving.

“How much for a cupcake and a dough-nut” she shifted from one foot to the other as she reached the front of the table where the woman was.

This must’ve taken her days to prepare, Talia smiled appreciating the love that went into an endeavor as such. She hadn’t seen anything but individually wrapped , store bought candies and greasy oversized corn dogs all night, aside from her own cotton candy.

Seeing the woman’s smile, Zoie’s own brightened. As the other got closer, she lifted her hand to wave, welcoming her to the table. When she was asked for prices, she simply chuckled, waving her hair in the space between them. “Thank you for asking, but tonight, they’re free! Consider it a sample. Would you like a box for these?” She asked, snapping her fingers. As she did, one of the small, teal blue boxes which lay folded in a neat stack on the corner of the table lifted into the air, unfolding itself and hovering next to the witch in midair. “It is Halloween, after all.” Laughing once more, Zoie’s eyes twinkled as she stared at the woman. “What’s Halloween without a little hocus pocus, hm? Speaking of, are you enjoying yourself this evening? It’d be hard not to, given everything they’ve got going!”

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Zoie plastered a smile on her face, gesturing to the table she’d set up and decorated meticulously for Holloway’s annual Scarefield festival. Creating and decorating the additional treats and samples to set out during the events had taken it out of her, though as always she managed to ensure her pure exhaustion wasn’t obvious as she passed out her treats. “Happy Halloween!” She called to a passerby, waving as her smile brightened. “Would you care for a spider-doughnut? Or, some scream cheese squares? I also have some vampire cupcakes, and ghoulish mini-muffins, if you’d prefer. I have sugar-free and gluten-free alternatives as well!”

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williamxcassidy​:

He hated Hollow Goal. He despised this place even. As if the memory of the tragedy, the magic that still lingered in the air, and all that desperation seeped into his bones whenever he got close to the ruins. William took a deep breath, throwing shut the door of his car and then started his descend towards the ruins. Night was already falling and up above the first few stars blinked to life. It was cold, like it had been the last few days, and so he wrapped his coat a little tighter around his frame. 

This was a terrible idea, but a necessary thing. Deep down he told himself that all would be good this year, like all the years prior. It was simply his grandmother’s old tales of the Hollow Goal and the unspeakable horrors that once had taken place here that now left him so shaken. But if the new archivist and her tiny Ghost Tour were to come by Hollow Goal as a final stop, like planned, he needed to make sure. The magic was hopefully still calm, collected, ancient. 

He was only a few steps from the old stones away as a sudden movement to his left made him stop. The light from the street lamps painted circles onto the ground and William peaked into the darkness behind. “Who’s there?”, he called out, “I ain’t in the mood for a Halloween scare” He fisted his right hand together, calling for the magic that slept within his heart for preparation.

To say the day had been a long one would have been an understatement. Zoie had arrived at Sweet Escapes earlier than she ever would or could have wanted to, to ensure she had enough time to complete the specialized Halloween treats the day’s menu called for, given the holiday. The day was already sure to be busier than usual- she had three specialized orders going out for delivery before noon, the four specialized treats to make, a table to set up, decorate, and fill with samples for the festival, and still had to make time to help her Coven set up the gateways along the Trick or Treating path. 

By some stroke of luck, Zoie had managed to get everything done, and done well, with enough time to spare for walking around the festival herself. It was nice, seeing everyone in Holloway coming together to celebrate, to do something as a town, instead of focusing on the things that divided them. But, at some point during the evening, Zoie felt her social meter beginning to wane. As much as she loved Holloway, socializing was something she forced herself to partake in, and something she needed breaks from every now and again. So, she’d snuck off, taking a mini-bottle of flavored rum with her. 

Zoie stood from her secluded position when she’d heard the approaching footsteps of another, craning her neck to see who it was. When William called out, she couldn’t help but to smile, chuckling a bit as she stepped into view. “Take a breath, it’s just me.” Stepping towards him she gave a small wave. “No tricks, I promise. Just treats.” She added, extending her arm to bring the bottle into view. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to scare me.” Slipping the bottle into the bag she had strung across her body, she wrapped her arms around herself loosely. “Now, I’ve explained why I’m lurking around, now it’s your turn.”

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flyingxwords​:

The last thing Adrienne needed on this terrible morning was someone snapping at her over a simple mistake, some spilled beaverage. So the remorse she had felt only a heartbeat ago turned a little colder, bile and anger rising in her throat. “It was not done on purpose, I can assure you that”, she replied, stone faced and without any guilty conscience left, “I can give you the money though, if that’s what you need” And for a heartbeat, only for a moment she wondered if that was truly the case. But then her phone blinked and her eyes shot down, seeing the message that her colleague was on his way, rescuing her from this dilemma and opening the doors to work. 

And suddenly the woman in front of her was nicer, too, and it all felt only half as bad as it had felt mere seconds before. Adrienne took a deep breath, her eyes still a little bit watery from the tears she had almost spilled. “It’s all right, really”, she waved all concerns away, “I do deserve your anger, it was my fault after all. And this morning can’t get much more worse, so… snap away if you want.”

An awkward laughter left her lips as Adrienne put away her phone, one hand moving upwards into her messy and now ruffled bun. She had no desire to explain to this woman how everything had been going wrong lately, but it felt not good to turn around and say no more. So she offered up another apology: "Listen, I am really sorry. And I can get you a new coffee, latte, whatever. Just not right now, cause I am really truly late and my boss will probably kill me. But maybe some other time? If you want?”

The girl had a bite to her, it was evident in her response. Zoie’s expression soured for a moment, though only briefly before she corrected herself, especially given the knowledge that in truth, she had snapped first. “No,” She began, shaking her head. “No money necessary. There will definitely be others, and likely before lunch. I’m just in a mood, my apologies.” Offering a tight lipped smile, Zoie scanned the other, brows furrowing at her commentary on her day. “Things aren’t going well, I take it?” She asked, cocking her head. She took in the glaze over the woman’s eyes, and it only served to soften her expression further. “No, I won’t. I shouldn’t have in the first place, really.” Zoie wasn’t a mean person by nature, and in fact for the most part was just about as sweet as the treats she sold in her bakery. Sometimes, though, she allowed herself to get too far into her own head, something she’d inadvertently done that very morning, leaving her feeling displaced and on-edge. 

Studying the other, Zoie took in a breath. It was obvious, between her words and her expression, not forgetting her body language either, that she was in distress. Of some kind, at least. And, Zoie Bentley hadn’t ever been nor would she ever be the type to not at least try to help. “Please, stop apologizing. Accidents happen, it wasn’t as though you were trying to cause a spill. If nothing else, I should’ve been paying more attention to where I was going.” The further offer for compensation came and Zoie smiled, though continued to shake her head. “I won’t hear of it, really, there isn’t any need. But...” Taking in a breath, she blinked a few times before continuing. “It seems to me like you could use a pick-me-up. Have you heard of Sweet Escapes Bakery? Or, passed by it at least?” She questioned, glancing in the direction of her bakery. 

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flyingxwords​:

As always Adrienne was running late to work. She had stayed up half the night, burried in another old book, and her alarm clock had taken her more than offguard this morning. Dream-Adrienne had been preoccupied in some strange castle, following a mysterious but good looking stranger, while Reality-Adrienne had her hair in a tangled knot and disappeared under the covers for “just five more minutes”. 

Now she more than regretted that decision, knowing fully well that her new boss was already “quite disappointed”. With dear old Frank still in charge something like this had never been a problem. As soon as Adrienne reached the back door to the museum she realised that she was missing one crucial detail. The keys to the staff rooms. There was no way she’d made it through the main entrance and half the museum without creepy Esmée realising that she was once again too late. After all her boss’ desk faced the main building. Adrienne had to fight against tears of anger, dialing her co-workers number and then praying to everyone in earshot, “Please pick up, please pick up”, her feet dancing forward and backward while she stretched her neck to see to her office window the young woman did not realise she was stumbling into someone before it was too late. “Oh, sorry!”

Although normally the picture of attentiveness, Zoie found herself lost in her phone, scrolling through the messages in her Coven’s group chat she’d managed to sleep through the night before. Her mind was elsewhere, divided even between what she was reading and other, pressing matters. She herself was running a little late, having taken her usual mid-morning break (or, at least, what she herself considered to be mid-morning) after arriving at Sweet Escapes initially at approximately 5:00 AM to begin baking for the day’s sales. She’d stepped out to run home, change into something not covered in flour and confectioner’s sugar, and grab her daily chai latte before returning to the bakery. 

She sensed the presence of another, though before she could realize that they’d fallen directly into each others’ paths, and long before she could react, they’d managed to crash into one another, sending Zoei’s latte lid flying. “Damn it!” She spat, shaking her head as she watched a third of her cup’s contents splash onto the pavement in front of her. “You’d better be, that shit’s expensive!” Sighing, the Witch closed her eyes momentarily as she took in a deep breath, collecting herself and her thoughts. “I’m sorry for snapping.” She said, offering a small smile to the obviously frazzled woman. “It’s alright, it’s only a latte, there will be others. Are you...Alright?” She asked, brow furrowing as she took in the entirety of the sight in front of her.