“Okay, if you ever want this to get done, you should probably try actually holding still. You’re honestly making this less and less worth my time.” Eliza snapped, her eyes flickering from her work to the person on the couch in front of her. Her eyes slowly fluttered back to the canvas with a deep sigh. “Besides, it’s not like you’re sitting on one of those stupid stools. I let you have the couch so you would be comfortable. Stop being a nuisance and let me hone my talent.”
“I am holding still!” Sian insisted, although she was definitely fidgeting. Her attention span was short and she rarely had the patience to do this kind of shit. “You’re the one that asked me to do this, yeah?” She reminded the blonde with an eye roll. Sian flopped back to the position she had been in before. “Is your talent to be rude to your models? Cause you’re doing a great job at that.”
There were a lot of ‘worst things’ Cinead could imagine – currently, however, he was living the one known as working a short-staffed Saturday brunch shift. They had two servers and one busboy out so Cinead was being forced to juggle his regular job with waiting a few tables. And it was awful. The room was loud and crowded and there always seemed like five things that needed to be done to every one he got done. He could feel the frustration mounting in his chest but there wasn’t anything he could do about it besides take a deep breath. Which he did. Which didn’t really help. Shaking his head, he grabbed up a stack of plates and spun around, smacking straight into someone behind him. “Shit!” he cursed as the plates went tumbling to the ground. Cinead glanced at the person. “Sorry – I’m really sorry.”
All Sian wanted was some fucking oatmeal and a cup of oolong tea. First, her waitress didn’t ask her what she wanted to drink until she’s already been there about five minutes. Another ten minutes passed before Sian got her tea and ordered, but when she took a sip it was camomile. There wasn’t even caffeine in this shitty flower water. But after fifteen more minutes, she hadn’t been able to flag her waitress down to get her tea situation fixed, so she decided to find somewhere with better service and waitresses who knew their fucking teas. They seemed short staffed today, but that wasn’t her fucking problem. It also wasn’t her problem when one of the workers fucking ran into her. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?” She exclaimed. When she was startled, she got angry, and it didn’t help she was already mad. But once she looked at him, she groaned. “Stop that. Get that look off your face.”
‘ WHAT is it about holiday shopping that brings out the absolute arsehole in everyone ? ’ it’s less of a question and more of a breathless pout . scarlet locks spill over her shoulders as she sips on her warm tea . ‘ nearly had to tackle some broad to the ground for a fuckin’ pair of earrings. ’
‘ So is she the arsehole in this story or are YOU? ’ Sian asked with a raised eyebrow. In the age of the internet, no earrings were worth getting in a physical altercation over.
I have a thing today and I thought I'd have time to RP before I left but that didn't happen. I probably won't be able to get on until tomorrow. Sorry! Message me to plot, though! I'm logged in on my phone so I can chat most of the day.
‘ today i discovered that it takes three - hundred and sixty - four licks to get to the center of a tootsie pop, ’ marianne declares with an impish touch of pride , lips stained cherry red . ‘ there is my grand achievement of the day ! ’
‘ cool, but maybe next time try something less boring, like collecting traffic cones, or photographing manhole covers, yeah? and this next part is really important - don’t report back to me with your results. ’
The streets were crowded. Cluttered with Christmas shoppers all trying to snag good deals on gifts for family and friends. He always felt badly stealing this time of the year, but hunger knew no holidays. His stomach growled, and as he shoved his hands in his pockets, his eyes scanned the crowd for potential. It didn’t take long to spot them. Breathing in, he said a silent prayer and began walking in their direction.
“Oof, ‘cuse me,” he said as he feigned tripping to bump into them, fingers sneaking into their pocket to lift their wallet and place it into his own pocket in one smooth motion all while straightening myself. “My bad. Happy Holidays.” Giving an apologetic smile, he continued to walk, keeping his pace even to avoid raising suspicion.
The holidays really were the most wonderful time of year. So many distracted Christmas shoppers to rob, it was like Black Friday for thieves! Sian had done pretty well for herself the last couple days, but that wasn’t an excuse to stop. She needed to keep doing well for herself if she wanted to take a few days off for the holidays. She found herself distracted for a moment, though, as a cute dog in a Christmas sweater ran over to her. She leaned over to pet it, stopping it from running away as its owners chased after it and apologized to her for the inconvenience. As if having to pet a dog was ever an inconvenience!
It was right after she stood up, but was still distracted by the dog, that a stranger bumped into her, and then immediately started taking off. She reached and noticed her wallet was missing, and immediately started following after him. “Hey,” She shouted. “You pug-ugly freeloader. Get your ass back her.”
❝ HEY , d’you want this ? ❞ elliot’s eyes were fixed toward the floor of the coffee shop , speaking to no one in particular… ❝ nothing odd about it … s’just a scone. i was given an extra , though i’ve no idea why. ❞ he coughed. he did know why. in all likelihood , he’d been spotted. he finally looked up , shrugging his shoulders innocently. ❝ if you don’t take it , i’ll just have to eat two scones by myself like a right idiot. double fist them and everything. so , please. do a bloke a favor. ❞
What the fuck was this guy’s PROBLEM ? He was WEIRD, and Sian should have just ignored him altogether. But he was just offering her a scone, and she had seen the barista give it to him only seconds ago, so she knew it wasn’t tampered with. She also knew, from regularly coming here, that they didn’t use eggs in their scones. ❝ Ugh, FINE ! I’ll eat your leftovers if it’ll make you feel better. ❞ She rolled her eyes at the familiar looking, weird man and took one of the scones from him. But then she realized why he was acting strange, and why she knew him from somewhere. ❝ Shit. Am I going to end up on TMZ now for going on a coffee date with you? ❞
Hey guys, I’m Lyn. I’m a college student/musician/LGBTQ+ advocate in the EST timezone. I play Sian (Alexandra Park)...tbh I just love this gif, it isn’t supposed to represent her well lol.
⤥ have you seen SÎAN MARIN? the TWENTY SIX year old FEMALE that looks a lot like ALEXANDRA PARK? it’s always hard to catch the SPITFIRE since they work as a THIEF; no wonder SIAN is said to be CANDID & ADAPTABLE, but my mate insists they can be quite IMPATIENT & RUDE on a better day. do you think it’s true SHE is from LONDON, ENGLAND? wait, i think i hear FUTURE PROOF by MASSIVE ATTACK - they must be nearby
tw for drug addiction and a brief mention of homophobia
Sian was born in France but her family moved to London when she was very little. She has a sister less than a year younger than her named Kiera, and they were the same year in school. Her dad left shortly after her sister was born.
Their mum was pretty strict, and Sian didn’t do well with that. She was bad at school and tested rules. Her mum and her clashed a lot, but Kiera was obedient. Sian felt kinda bad for her sister having so much pressure on her to be the golden child.
When she was about thirteen, Sian cut class with some friends and they peer pressured her into shop lifting. She enjoyed the thrill and kept doing it. As that feeling dulled, she learned how to pickpocket people. Stealing was the first thing she ever felt like she’d been good at.
By year 10, with GCSEs coming up, Kiera had more pressure on her than ever to do her best. Sian found out she had started using cocaine, which seemed so unlike her sister. She also found out Kiera had dug herself into debt to some pretty sketchy people. Sian started using her skills as a thief to try to help her sister out financially. In addition to shoplifting and pickpocketing, she also learned how to run simple street cons. But Kiera was gaining debt quicker than Sian could pay it off, even when Sian left school and started stealing full time.
Sian got frustrated and moved to New York City to get away from enabling her sister. She tried to make an honest living at first, and got a job working in a fashion boutique, but customers regularly complained she was rude to them and she was fired. After that, she went back to stealing.
After a couple years, she decided to move back home and get an apartment in London. Sure enough, Kiera was regularly asking her for money and her mum constantly disapproved of her actions. After only a year in London, she moved around a little bit before settling in Dublin.
She loves animals and fashion
And she collects antiques
Part of the conflict with her and her mum is that Sian is queer as fuck and her mom isn’t “a fan of that lifestyle”
Speaking of, her mum is from the US. Sian has citizenship in the UK and the US.
She’s scared of thunder/lightning.
She’s a lacto-vegetarian. Which means she doesn’t eat meat or eggs, but she does consume dairy products.
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