She’d just come back in from the parking lot, baggie of pills she’d just bought hidden in her pocket amidst a roll of fives. Romy had wanted to take a few outside, but she’d figured if she found a familiar face she could share the wealth, which was just what she planned to do when she saw Vi. She pranced over to her with a grin, glitter that had once been solely around her eyes now smeared along her cheeks as the night wore on. “Just who I wanted to see.” Taking the other’s hand, she tugged her along to find a nook between RVs, turning to her once they were mostly away from the crowded walkways, though the sounds of carnival music and screaming children still rang loudly in her ears. “Wanna get fucked up?”
“Ren!” She hopped up on her toes, having spotted the other in the small crowd coming out of one of the rides. She waved at her to catch her eye, pushing through a couple that rudely stepped in front of her, ignoring their indignant remarks as she practically skipped over to Ren. “I got 20 bucks and my eye on a the Giant Panda, wanna help?”
Romy had been hoping to ride the carousel at least, she was depressingly bored and wanted to amuse herself by flinging bits of popcorn at passersby while she was spinning on the tiger, but the line was far too long for her attention span. She’d decided instead to find a different ride, snaking through the crowd, managing to snag a wallet or two to add some bills to her growing roll, dropping the couple of empty wallets in her wake. She only stopped when she saw the short ride for the slingshot, bright smile on her lips when in the same moment she spotted Leo walking by. “C’mon, you’re riding this with me,” her hand reached out for his, tugging him along towards the end of the line.
She was sat atop an empty booth counter with a small stack of fives and ones, sign beside her stating that whoever was working it was on a twenty minute break. Romy’d been counting it up until a family walking up to her and asking if the booth was open made her lose count. With an annoyed groan she’d sent them off, stuffing the money in the pocket of her hoodie and hopping off the counter only to run into another person. The force of it nearly knocked her back, angered quip already on the tip of her tongue until she spotted Felix looking less than pleased. “What’s up with you? Did the funhouse mirror show you that you look like a clown?”
She sat on the couch at the party, joint in hand, watching the frat boys in front of her with mild interest as they shotgunned their beer, hoping one of the cans would explode and drench one of them. When it didn’t happen, she let out a bored sigh, glancing at her companion beside her. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand, I’m feeling chili cheese fries, you down?”
Romy sat on the ground, one skate clad foot stretched out in front of her, the other bare save for a sock with a series of cartoon french bulldogs heads pulled down to expose her ankle. She’d taken a rough fall, knee bleeding and the palms of her hands scraped. “Does this look sprained to you?”
"It may be that I haven’t slept in like, almost two days, but I’ve decided that in the event of my untimely death, I would like to be donated to a marionette theater. I want you in charge of making that happen.”
to most, stacking books all day would be mindless. for maeve: it was a second home. leave it to her when looking for a job while at college to find one at a little used bookstore nestled away downtown. she swore she could get lost in here for hours. each book had a history, each page had an owner. yes, the girl may have been one of those people who enjoyed the smell of books. as she continued to try and categorize the new donations, her eye couldn’t help but wander over to the person about a foot away from her fingering through one of the books. “interesting choice.” her voice small yet loud enough to be heard. “I mean, good choice. not interesting. well, I mean it’s interesting but interesting has such a negative connotation in this light because english is a weird language.”
Romy had spent the better part of fifteen minutes looking for the right book, the list of suggestions crumpled in her fist while her free hand traced the various spines, scanning titles until one caught her attention. She didn’t know what she expected from a literature class aside from reading classic after classic until she wanted to rip her hair right out of her scalp, but this assignment was somewhat interesting, even for someone like herself that didn’t quite consider herself much of a reader. Maeve’s voice broke her concentration as she read the inside flap, a smile on her lips as her eyes settled on the other. “I think you’re overthinking,” she teases, shutting the book and tucking it under her arm. “I think I’ll take it though, I need it for an assignment. I wouldn’t suppose you’ve read it and feel like giving me a spark notes version?”
ROUND 2. it’s liz again nd here’s my hot mess child romy
TRIGGER WARNING: drug use, depression, underage camming, parental negligence and abandonment, terminal illness, drug addiction and alcoholism, guilt tripping
► APPLICATION
CISFEMALE — ever hear people say ANDROMEDA KELSO looks a lot like ZOEY DEUTCH? I think SHE is about 22, so it doesn’t really work. The PSYCHOLOGY major is a JUNIOR that is from LAS VEGAS, NV. They can be +ADVENTUROUS, but they can also be -FLIPPANT. I think ROMY might be A TIER 1 SHEPHERD. They are living in BALTA. ( liz. 24. pst. she/her. )
► GENERAL INFORMATION
full name: andromeda jacqueline kelso
nickname(s): romy
date of birth: september 26th 1996
gender: cisfemale
nationality: american
heritage: irish/ashkenazi jewish
spoken language(s): english
occupation: clerk at the skating rink
religion: agnostic
sexuality: bisexual
► APPEARANCE
face claim: zoey deutch
height: 5’2”
dominant hand: right
hair color: honey brown
eye color: brown
scars: scraped knees and elbows, a scar on the side of her thigh from skidding on pavement after falling off her skateboard.
tattoos: a daisy on her wrist, a small rainbow on her ankle, a moon on her forearm, a cloud behind her ear, a star between her thumb and index finger
► BACKGROUND
hometown: las vegas, nevada
current residence: balta in gifford university.
education level: high school graduate, currently a junior in college.
slushee red lips, messy hair thrown up in a bun, dirty converse, a peeling skateboard, the screech of tires on tarmac, mascot heads, summer heat sticking bits of hair to your forehead and the back of your neck, a disco ball at the center of a roller rink, the same soundtrack nightly, tired eyes rimmed red, chipped varnish on nails, half empty bottles of liquor, crushed beer cans, white power on the nightstand, bits of costumes strewn on the floor, the light of a laptop in a dimly lit room, unsavory screen names
► BIOGRAPHY ( SORT OF )
romy grew up in the small little town known as Las Vegas, NV, living with her mom in a trailer, though mostly with whatever baby sitter her mom managed to trick into watching her for days/weeks at a time when she ran off with whatever man she was infatuated with for the month
sometimes the babysitters stuck, when she got older they tended to bail, so she was pretty much a latchkey kid, learning to take care of herself with little help from outside sources
her mom is more of her friend than anything and left her to her own devices even more when she was old enough to make her own money and pay her own bills. in fact, she hasn’t actually seen her in a while, their only communication being her sending Romy postcards from whatever state she happens to be in at the time and a text that she’d ordered a custom cake at Walmart for her when she got into gifford
speaking of gifford, she got in with a scholarship. surprising for most since romy doesn’t tend to come off as someone who would have the gpa to get an academic scholarship, considering she regularly ditched class to go smoke with the burnouts behind the church across the street. still, she was a good test taker, and she always managed to catch up on missing work, so she was granted the scholarship.
she’s a massive pothead, like 100% is high at any given moment. is also known to dabble with shrooms, acid, and x
very sarcastic, likely to make fun of anyone and everything, takes absolutely nothing seriously but will be a ride or die for the right people.
is also dtf ( fuck or fight? the choice? up to you ) at any given moment, mostly because she’s bored.
will blow u behind the 7/11 for a slurpee but will also sell you to satan for one cornchip
suffers from depression brought on through nature/nurture reasons, deals with this through self-depreciative humor and taking nothing seriously and copious amounts of marijuana as previously stated.
her vibe is ‘catch her at the skate park no skateboard both titties out’ type of girl
makes money by having one of those webcam shows where she just always has her webcam on and people can check in to see what shes doing also she sometimes does ‘special shows’ for people who pay the right price, has been doing this since hs tbh
a few weeks before the start of summer, she was contacted by her estranged father. she’d met him only once before and it didn’t go well but she’s always wanted a family and the promise of it outweighed her anger at him when he promised to introduce her to his wife and children and incorporate her into their family.
unfortunately this had been a ruse by him because his liver was going bad and he needed a donor asap bc the donor list is so long and while he’s fairly wealthy its not enough to bribe his way up the list
she figured it out soon enough when he asked her about it a few weeks into her being home with them and realized he only decided to tell his family about her when he thought he could get her checked to be a match
as soon as she realized this she packed up and left back to vermont, but not before his wife could guilt the shit out of her for ‘abandoning’ her father. she spent a week in vegas with her best friend, holed up in her apt on her bed before coming back. her recent lull is due to a rather crippling depressive episode so she’s mostly been holed up in her room, faking illness for the most part and only going out when absolutely necessary. she’s not feeling better but her best friend has been in contact with her, slowly coaxing her back to at least a functioning level, and romy is letting her dependency on drugs and alcohol do the rest
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