" don't look now but that cutie over there is totally checking you out. what's the vibe? need me to be a wingman or a bodyguard? because as your resident bartender, i'm good for either. "
“Checking me out?” Blake asked in a confused manner.
Why her of all people? She was always the type of person who gave off MAJOR awkward vibes. She didn’t view herself worthy of being checked out, let alone by a cutie.
Girl or boy? Was the question she wanted to ask. Instead, she blew it off. “Bodyguard.” She responded rather quickly, resting her cheek in her hand. Should she look over her shoulder to see? Maybe. Even if they were cute she would be too awkward to even get a word out.
location: East Tower, laundromat
status:open
@marinastart
There were so many things about being out of prison that seemed like big things now to the recently released mechanic. Being able to just do his laundry was a huge one and the fact that he wasn't also having to do about three hundred other peoples at the same time was also a huge thing for him. Still, a machine was a machine and it was annoying him how out of all the ones he could have picked to use today, Jameson picked the one that was acting weird and somehow wouldn't let his clothes out. " Dammit" he replied as he moved around the side to see what the problem was and why it had jammed He didn't have any tools with him and he was literally in the other tower than the one he lived in so he was just gonna have to deal, that was until he heard footsteps. " Okay so this isn't what it looks like" He noted as he had moved the machine from its spot to get a better look at things. " Okay maybe it is, but I swear I was just trying to fix the damn thing"
Blake was bringing a few pairs of clothes herself to the laundromat. When she arrived, she was confused when she saw Jameson and the machine pulled out of its original place.
“Uhh..” She pondered. “Normally my solution is to hit it till it works or turn it off and turn it back on again- or in this case unplug the machine..” she said, scratching her head awkwardly. “Then again, I don’t think I have personally seen this happen to someone before..”
Darcy was standing in front of the vending machine, staring it as it had become the bane of her existence. All she wanted was her bag of potato chips and now she was just looking at them, wedged between the glass and the little shelves stocked with the goodies taunting her with their deliciousness.
"What if I just.." She trailed off as she moved and crouched down, shoving her hand into the opening where her potato chips should have already fallen where she could get them. "what if I just... reeeaaach.." Was it a bad idea? Yeah. Was that going to stop her from trying? Absolutely not. And as Darcy realized her arm wasn't long enough (or enough like Mr. Fantastic to maneuver it in a way where she even could reach it), let out a defeated huff and began pulling her arm out. Only... it didn't really move much. Was she... stuck?
"CRAP!" Darcy exclaimed and then she looked over to see someone nearby and she felt no embarrassment at all somehow as she said, "Hey, man, you think you could help me out?"
Blake was wandering around out of boredom, deciding she herself wanted a snack to enjoy as she took her little stroll. Upon arriving to the vending machine she normally goes to, she saw her friend Darcy with her arm stuck inside the machine, asking for help.
Blake couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle and then a snort. “Darcy- I- I’m sorry for laughing but this is pretty funny.” She cooed in a teasing way before kneeling down, eyeing the situation. “Were you trying to sneak a candy bar.. or did it get stuck?” She asked, teasingly of course as she moved and put her hand on the swinging door of the machine.
“I’m joking...” She began. “Relax and maybe I'll help pull your arm out?”
(HAILEE STEINFELD . CISWOMAN . She/her) - the Chicago resident , ( Blake Dixon) , was heard blaring ( SATIVA BY JHENÉ AIKO ) this morning . the ( TWENTY SIX ) year old is a ( UNEMPLOYED ) in the city & has lived the ( EAST ) tower for ( TWO MONTHS ) . since being here , they have been told to be (- CLUMSY ) , but also (+CHARMING ) , i guess we’ll find out soon !
Hobbies: Reading, Cooking, Swimming, binge watching Disney movies and shows, skateboarding, photography
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TW: Brief mention of Homophobia, Mention of Abuse, Car Accident/Mention of Death, Alcohol Usage
Blake Lee Dixon was born and raised in San Diego, California. She was the only child in the wealthy, religious Dixon household. Her parents always wanted what was best for her, so they worked her harder to make sure her schoolwork was turned in on time and that she got nothing but straight A’s, which she did. She was always the over achiever in school, which meant she never focused on any romance either. For years, she made sure she was the best daughter they could ever have, since she was their only one. She didn’t want to let them down.
Upon being the only child, her father forced her to finally hook up with a boy in school around age 15. She viewed it as his way of telling her to.. ‘Get married and have kids’ even when she didn’t want anything like that. She had plans to go to college, she wasn’t focused on dating a boy and getting knocked up just so her parents could have grandchildren. She managed to make the boy lose interest by lack of communication and he ended up leaving her mid junior year in High School. She was relieved, the parents however weren’t pleased with her decision but let it slide since she was so young. She had time to get another one.
Early senior year, she ended up coming across a girl in school. They became friends quickly and they even helped each other do their school work together. Next thing Blake knew, she was becoming a nervous wreck around her. Her heart skipped every moment she was near.. She was starting to fall for this girl. But why? She didn’t want any romance.
Despite not wanting anything dealing with the word “love”, Blake couldn’t hide it anymore. She couldn’t ignore what her heart wanted, and it wanted the girl. They got together, and it was almost like a Disney movie. They were happy, in love, nothing could come in between them. That was until Blake’s dad finally found out by some teachers calling him and letting him know his daughter was kissing a girl during school hours. Furious, he forced her to more church sessions. But it didn’t work. Blake was stubborn, she wanted to stay with the girl, no matter what.
The dad grew tired of Blake’s stubbornness when she was 17, for a belt went across her face, a cut on her left cheek was enough to know he would do more if she didn’t put a stop to this man’s anger growing or it would have gotten worse. Finally grabbing her keys to her car, despite only having a permit, she stormed out, heading over to her girlfriend’s place in a rage. After ranting, calming down, downing alcohol in the process, Blake decided she wanted to go confront the man. Rightfully, the girlfriend refused, but Blake didn't listen.
Getting in the car, the potent smell of alcohol pouring off her body, Blake began her quick drive to her house. While driving, a loud horn started to blare, a blurry set of lights shining towards her. Blake was quick enough to turn the steering wheel to get out of the way. However, she was going too fast; she lost control, crashing into a tree, hitting her head hard against the window. She blacked out.
Two days later, Blake finally woke up in a hospital bed, her head and neck held in place by a brace. Her blurry vision went away slowly as her eyes looked around, noticing where she was. A doctor then came in to break the news and let Blake know what happened to her.
Blake hit her head severely during the accident, suffering from a concussion from how hard her head went against the glass. The doctors also let her know about the side effects from the concussion. She would experience stuff down the line, including: dizziness, clumsiness, blurry vision, even tremors in her hands just from how bad the impact was, and even some mental issues like severe anxiety. They then made sure to keep her in the bed for 3 more days until she was finally able to be released. Freedom again! She could go back home- that was..until her dad mentioned she was going to court. Yikes..
Upon arrival to the courtroom, she was put on a small trial. It didn’t last long because she was still a teen and no one else got hurt. The judge pitied her, knowing her record. She was a good kid, obviously panicked about being in a courtroom and possibly going to juvie or worse. He ended up taking her permit, giving her a notice to take her test again once she hit age 21, gave her 30 hours of community service, along with making her go to group counseling to deal with her “alcoholic problems.” (She would go do all of these things either on the weekend or after school hours.)
Relieved she didn’t have to go to juvie, she was glad that was her punishment for her stupidity.
When she returned to school, she was at least happy to finally see her girlfriend that she hadn’t seen in a few weeks. When they met up, the girl was relieved. They were both happy. One thing ended up changing with Blake, however, making the girl grow tired of having to babysit her in a way. Blake began to get clumsy, dropping things without meaning to, her hands now shaky without her control. Her girlfriend dropped her, she didn’t want to be with someone with so many “medical flaws.”
Blake was heartbroken, but she understood though.. She was angry at herself for not having any control on what her hands do, but she couldn’t do anything about it. She ended up growing quiet for her last year of school. The rumors of her being the girl that crashed from drunk driving went around pretty quickly, making her think she wasn’t going to have anyone to really talk to now. That was until a girl named Darcy Anthony ended up befriending her, despite the rumors that were being spread about Blake. Blake was hesitant, but ended up becoming good friends with her.
Darcy then introduced Blake to a new friend group, and they grew close throughout the short amount of time they had left in school, and Blake was relaxed enough to finally have fun with them. They stuck together, even after graduation. However it all went downhill when they lost a friend while they were celebrating their graduation together when they were all 18. Due to the incident, the group ended up going their separate ways.. Made sense though. A lot of high school kids separate for whatever reason. However, she made it known she wanted to still be close with Darcy. She wanted someone to nerd out with still.
Finally, Blake used the money that her father had set aside for her and moved away from California to the Marina Towers, an apartment complex located in Chicago, Illinois, just to be away from her parents.. Funnily enough, living with Darcy who convinced the scaredy cat female to go on ghost hunting adventures with her.
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Extra Info and Head cannons:
Blake suffers from anxiety, and she keeps a fidget ring on her left index finger to mess with when it acts up. She’s never suffered with anxiety till after the wreck.
Despite it being from the Traumatic Brain Injury, she tends to laugh off the fact that she stumbles out of nowhere, keeping a positive outlook on things.
Blake used to ride her skateboard a lot, but after the accident, she hasn’t touched it much, yet she was nervous about trying again due to the numb, tingly feeling that happens throughout her legs. Upon attempting to do so, she has fallen off, which leaves her angry.
Blake has a scar on her cheek from the belt her dad used on her when she was 17.(People will also see her with bandages or little scrapes on her arms or face because of her being a klutz.)
