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Social Sin || Charles & Cecilia
The look she gave him made him smile further, eyebrows raising to wordlessly ask her if she approved of what she saw once their eyes had met again. Judging by what she said next she did. Charles laughed lowly, ignoring how the action made him feel hungrier. âUnfortunately not close, on the outskirts of town. However, since you are in distress, accept my invitation of a hotel room for the evening.â
His gaze grew serious as he walked over to her and leaned his shoulder into the firmly closed door. Ah, that was better. The closeness. He was hyper aware of the steady pulse within her chest, almost willing it to quicken from excitement. âOf course, I would have to stick close by. A gentleman does not abandon a lady to the clutches of the city.â A smile followed, consenting to an evening with her.Â
As the gentleman came to stand beside her, she let her head fall back against the door. A closed-mouth smile stretched lazily across her face as she looked up into his eyes. She wanted him. And she thought it was pretty clear that he wanted her just as much. She was ready to go someplace private.
"If you aren't opposed to spending a night at the Remington, darling, there's always a suite with my name on it. My mother is Mallory Remington-Archibald, sole heiress to the luxury hotel chain. I suppose I'm next in line." She smirked and rolled her eyes playfully. Her family's wealth and status used to mean the world to her, but now she had sort of outgrown it. At least she pretended like it didn't matter that much.
"My name is Cecilia Archibald." She smiled and offered a dainty hand. "Would you like to hail the cab or should I?" She punctuated the question by raising her well-shaped eyebrows.
Voting || Dandy & Teen Cecilia
                                                Starter.
                                                     Voting is for poor people.                                                      No really, I can buy whatever                                                         I want and rule with money. Â
                                                  Itâs how the system works.                                                           I donât need to vote.
"You're an idiot. Why do you think the system works the way it does? Because enough wealthy people vote to keep the Conservative Party in power. Do you know what would happen if only poor people went to the polls? The Liberals would destroy this country. They would tax us and steal all of our money, then turn around and hand it out to the needy. Is that what you want?"
Meet the muse
LEGAL NAME: Cecilia Alexandria Archibald NICKNAME[S]: None DATE OF BIRTH: July 29 GENDER | SPECIES: Female | Human PLACE OF BIRTH: Mount Sinai Hospital in NYC
EDUCATION: Early acceptance to Cornell University OCCUPATION: Senior in high school CRIMINAL RECORD: No (she really should, tho) DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yes | Yes | Yes LIKE[S]: "Looking hot. Buying stuff they cannot. Drinking hard. Maxing dad's credit card. Skipping gym. Scaring her. Screwing him. Killer clothes. Kicking nerds in the nose." Reading about architecture, art history, and influential people. Designing, drawing and sculpting. DISLIKE[S]: Not getting her way. People who don't fear or respect her. People who misjudge or underestimate her. FEAR[S]: Being considered lame by her dumber friends for being too intellectual. Being considered lowbrow by her smarter friends for being too into pop culture. Losing any of her popularity or wealth. PERSONALITY TRAITS: Depends on what kind of relationship she has with the person and what the balance of power is between them. She's usually very demanding, forthright and harsh. She can be clever and manipulative, but is often just an outright bully. She sometimes has the ability to be adoring, charming, and sweet.
{ P H Y S I C A L Â I N F O R M A T I O N }
HAIRÂ COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: Brown HEIGHT: 5â3â WEIGHT: 109-ish lbs TATTOOS: No
{ R E L A T I O N S H I P Â I N F O R M A T I O N }
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Heterosexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. Hooks up pretty often, but never goes steady.
{ A L T E R N A T E Â F A C E C L A I M S }
She chops her hair off and dyes it blonde when she goes to college. She maintains that hairstyle after college in her other two verses.
Meet The Muse
Hover over the links for a brief description!
|| The Basics ||
Name: Cecilia Alexandria Archibald Nickname(s): None that anyone is willing to call her to her face. Age: 17 Species: Human ("Mythic Bitch," tho)Â
|| Personal ||
Morality (Bold One Per Section): Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic ||| Good / Gray / Evil Religious Belief: Lapsed Catholic Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence (sort of) / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice Primary Goals In Life: Graduate from an Ivy League university. Become a successful architect. Gain more influence, money, and power. Languages Known: English, French, Spanish Secrets: She doesnât keep many. She knows the truth always comes out, so to prevent anyone from having anything with which to blackmail her, she does her best to be an open book . Sheâs salty that her parents are never around and that she was raised by Hispanic nannies. Sheâs insecure about how to balance her intellectual, highbrow interests with her popular, mainstream pleasures so that she doesnât seem too much like a nerd to her idiot friends or a blank to her educated friends. Sheâs terrified of losing her looks, popularity, power, and/or wealth. Quirks: Rolling her eyes into the next dimension. Sighing. Tucking her hair behind her ears. Savvies: Algebra. Calculus. Geometry. Trigonometry. Physics. Drawing. Sculpting. Art History.
|| Physical ||
Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese / Other Height: 5â3â Scars/Birthmarks: Tons of little moles. Abilities/Powers:  âExcellent time-management skills, grand IQ, and immeasurable popularity.â Blackmailing. Browbeating. Insults. Restrictions: Lawful Goods. Anyone who is able to stand up to her instead of just letting her have her way. Anyone who has more influence, money, or power than she does.
|| Favorites ||
Favorite Food: Sushi Favorite Drink: Coffee (or something alcoholic âwhen mom and dad forget to lock the liquor cabinet!â) Favorite Pizza Topping: Olives Favorite Color: Red Favorite Music Genre: Classical & Top 40 Pop Favorite Book Genre: Biographies & Popular Fiction Favorite Movie Genre: Documentaries & RomComs Favorite Season: She wears âcrazy hot clothesâ all year. Favorite Butt Type: Fit Favorite Swear Word: "Fuck" Favorite Scent: That new leather handbag smell. Favorite Quote: âFor those of us climbing to the top of the food chain, there can be no mercy. There is but one rule: hunt or be hunted.â â Frank Underwood, House of Cards (U.S.)
|| Fun Stuff ||
"Boss" Theme Music: "Candy Store" from Heathers: The Musical Bottom or Top: Top. Most guys are far too intimidated by her to even attempt to put her on the bottom. She secretly loves being dominated, though, because the guys who can are rare unicorns. Loud Burper Or Soft Burper: Both. Depends on if sheâs trying to be obnoxious or ladylike. Sings In The Shower: Yes / No Likes Bad Puns: Yes / No Their Opinion On The Mun: âSheâs such a pillowcase. All she does is bitch and moan.âÂ
Tag 3 People!: [[ OOC: Unnnhhhh!! Everyone should do it!! Or at least anyone who wants to... ]]
Boring || Teacher Charles & Teen Cecilia
"Well then, please pardon me. I did not realize I was in the room with such presence." He snorted softly at her prowess, still reclined in his chair as she leaned forward. "You are proving my point further, Cecilia. You are smart. You know how to play the game. You can. You are.â
He mimicked her hair toss with jesting aplomb before sitting forward, arms folded on his desk. âThat is what this is about? Being able to spend time with your friends?â Charles scoffed again, letting his thumb nail rest against a lower jaw tooth as he regarded her. âYou want to dumb down your time here because your friends might not rise to the challenge later? That is utterly, astoundingly foolish.â He went quiet as he regarded her, eyes scanning over her very serious features.
"Foolish as it may be it still does not help me with your demands." His face went neutral and he sat back in his chair, resuming the steepled position of his hands. "What do you want? Less homework? More anarchy? Better school lunches? Just to vent? Pick any of those and I assure you it will not be my department of expertise."
Cecilia haughtily crossed her thin arms and huffed. âThe adults, yourself included, make it so that we have to sacrifice grades in order to have a social life or blow off friends so that we can make top marks. Iâve used my excellent time management skills, grand IQ, and immeasurable popularity to strike a near-perfect balance ââ but it hasnât been easy. And the average student is not nearly as blessed as I have been. Thatâs who Iâm here fighting for. Not just my friends, but all of the students in this fucked up education system. I know I sound like a broken record, Mr. Elkester, but Iâm trying to be a warrior of social justice. Like the Mahatma Gandhi of American high school students or something. This isn't even actually about me. I just thought maybe you were cool enough to understand. I guess, though, even your relatively young ears are deaf to my cries. Whatever. Have a nice night.â She rolled her eyes into the next dimension as she slipped the strap of her bag across her body and pulled out her car keys.
Gently || Norman & Cecilia || AU High School
When the car suddenly jerked forward, he jerked with it, nearly hitting his head on the dashboard. Luckily he managed to catch himself on the door, quickly putting his seatbelt on. Her words and the blunt harshness of them made his eyebrows raise so high up he was sure they were vanishing into his hair. ââIâm⊠umâŠâ It would be fine, right? He parted his ankles, which had been clamped almost girlishly together (probably in fear as they barreled down the road), and reached just past his feet for the bottle in question. Norman unscrewed the lid and took a swig, expecting Gatorade and getting a mouth full of something else entirely. He nearly choked on it, barely managing to swallow without spitting it everywhere.
"Youâre going to get in trouble!" She definitely wasnât twenty-one. And neither was he, for that matter. Mother was definitely going to kill him for this little outing when she found out. "âHow did you even get this without a state ID anyway?"
Cecilia tossed her head back against the driver's seat and cackled wildly like the wicked witch that she was. Norman's reaction was better than she had anticipated. "Jesus Christ! Don't be such a pillowcase! I am not going to get in any trouble. And neither will you if you just play it cool." She grabbed the bottle away from him and took a mouthful of the concoction before shoving it back into his hand. "Have some more. In case you didn't notice, it tastes really good. And if you drink enough, it'll really fuck you up." She nonchalantly ran a red light. So what? No one was around. "My parents went out of town and forgot to lock the liquor cabinet. One of our maids caught me, but she knows better than to say anything. If she does, I'll just have to plant some jewelry and silverware in her purse. 'Adiós Marisol. Enjoy your deportación a México.'" She chuckled and took her eyes off the road for a moment to shoot the boy a look. "I'm clever, cute, and rich. And I obviously know how to use those things to live pretty much without consequences. Stick with me, Norman Bates, and I can make things really good for you."
[[ OOC: Not sure if I should tag this "NSFW" or not. I think they're supposed to be worms, but I'm fully aware of what they look quite a bit like. They were made for me by an 8 or 9 year old. Bless her heart. I substitute taught a 2nd grade class four days last week and I'm still recovering. That's why I've been MIA. I think I have enough muse to start trying to work on replies now. We'll see. Drop me an ask if I owe you something. Or if you just want to talk.
Edit: I just realized my kids were actually 7 or 8 years old. I don't know what I was thinking. Trying to put them in 3rd grade. Silly me. **rolls eyes**]]
Boring || Teacher Charles & Teen Cecilia
He listened to her patiently, steepling his fingers under his chin in pensive thought. She was right to a degree - the system was horribly flawed. Straining and stressing young folk to the point of medication and nervous breakdowns. Charles didnât worry about this fate for Cecilia. He was fairly certain she would sass a nervous breakdown into a⊠well, nervous breakdown.
"You and my brother would get along very well," he mused, finally breaking the silence after she seemingly ran out of breath. Seemingly. He knew better at this point. To Charles, the categories were very black and white. He was a man of science and his brother was not. Ever the out-of-the-box thinker, Brant was seen more as a nuisance than an artist like he claimed. Similar speeches to Ceciliaâs had been made throughout their childhood. Their mother had affectionately nicknamed them in their differences: Charles was Left Brain and Brant Right.
"Iâm also pleased to see you know your basic math. I understand your frustrations, I do. However, you need to play the game, Cecilia. Play the game until youâre out. Then you can do whatever you like."
"Donât patronize me, Mr. Elkester. Iâm great at math. Just because I donât act like a total nerd doesnât mean Iâm not brilliant. In fact, Iâve already submitted my early-decision application portfolio and had an interview with Cornell University's architecture department. Iâll find out in mid-December that Iâm officially accepted." Cecilia tossed her hair back proudly and grinned before placing her hands on his desk and leaning slightly toward him.
Her smirk faded, face turning dark as she narrowed her eyes at the teacher. "Thatâs the thing, though, isn't it? Iâll never be âoutâ and you know it. Someone like me has to play the game her entire life. And time is running out for me to be able to hang with this group of friends that I've grown up with. Their parents will use connections and money to get their stupid asses into Ivy League schools, but most of them wonât survive. Unless they perfect the art of cheating ââ which some of them may, they're doing a pretty good job already ââ theyâll just end up dropping out and living off of their trust funds like losers that I won't be able to associate myself with. That's also part of the game, isn't it? That's the next stage."
Boring || Teacher Charles & Teen Cecilia
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This was the last thing he wanted to be dealing with today was a very famous Cecilia Archibald tantrum. They were starting to become routine and as much as Charles admired her loud and outright defiance against the very flawed school system, he still needed a paycheck.
His eyebrow raised, slowing his chair swivels to a stop at her outburst. At this point he was getting used to her defiance, her unenthusiasm. âWell, Ms. Archibald, how do you propose we make it more interesting for you?â His hands steepled over his lap, head tilted to the side as he regarded her. âBecause telling me what it obviously is will accomplish nothing.âÂ
Cecilia rolled her eyes and sighed hard. She couldn't believe she even had to verbalize something so obvious. "The point I'm trying to make here is that there just aren't enough hours in the day for us to actually enjoy the best years of our lives. I mean, let's take a minute to do the math. School is in session for approximately seven hours. We're then supposed to go home and do at least an hour and a half of studying per class, so there's nine hours. And if we get the recommended nine hours of sleep, that leaves negative one hour with which we can have a social life, participate in extracurriculars, or just relax so that our heads don't explode. It is literally impossible to do all of the stuff the adults want us to do, let alone anything extra that we'd enjoy. It's fucking bullshit. Boring, hard bullshit."
Ought || RĂ©my & Teen Cecilia
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"You ought to have someone escorting you at this hour." Lord, it pains him to do something about this. But she really ought to.
Cecilia scoffed. She didn't bother turning to face the voice she'd just heard when she spoke back to it. "You ought to mind your own goddamn business. Seriously, though. I can't even. People like you are so obnoxious."
Gently || Norman & Cecilia || AU High School
As predicted, trying to ask his mother for permission to go proved to be completely pointless. The second he even asked, heâd been forced to go on the defensive, buried under an onslaught of questions. Who was he wanting to go with? What did she look like? Was she his girlfriend? What were her parents like? Why did Norman want to go out anyway? Wouldnât he rather than just stay in and read like he always did? Norman tried to explain things to her as best he could, but she didnât seem to understand why heâd want to spend his time with anyone but her. So instead of getting into a fight about it, he just said he was going to bed early to finish his homework, and then proceeded to sneak out the back door and out to the road, waiting for the sight of her car.
He wondered for a moment if she even knew where he lived, but she seemed to know him better than heâd originally thought, as he car sure enough came up the road and to a stop in front of him. Norman very nearly changed his mind, suddenly overcome with anxiety about socializing, but he pushed himself to get into her car, holding his hands in his lap.
"She said it was fine," he lied.
Cecilia smirked at Norman as he slid himself onto the smooth black leather of the passenger's seat. Without giving the boy time to buckle his seatbelt, she slammed the gearshift into drive and floored the gas pedal. Once the little red Porsche 911 was back on the street, Cecilia glanced over at Norman and finally spoke to him. "If you don't care to drink after me ââ which you shouldn't, don't be a fucking pussy ââ you can have some of what's in that Gatorade bottle under your feet." The bottle in question held about 24 ounces of Tropical Blend Low-Calorie G2 and maybe 6 shots of Smirnoff Sorbet Light Pineapple Coconut vodka. She didn't bother telling him that, though.
Damage || Humbert & Teen Cecilia
   âToday, it would seem so.â This time Humbert didnât even bother with trying to hide it.
"Ulck," Cecilia made a noise of disgusted annoyance and gave the man an exaggerated eye roll. She was putting on a little bit. She didn't actually mind if he was watching her. He didn't look too creepy, so she wasn't all that concerned for her safety or anything. "Who even are you? Why are you lurking outside the high school parking lot?"
Gently || Norman & Cecilia || AU High School
He hadnât been expecting that, to say the very least. Cecilia taking back what she said was weird enough, but now she was inviting him out. Norman never got invited anywhere. It was one of the joys of being labeled the Weird Kid. As far as he knew, he was the only boy in school named after his mom, and the only teenager in the entire town who had an interest in taxidermy. Why would anyone want to spend any time with him?
"âŠMy mom probably wonât let me go." She didnât like him going off with people she didnât know, people she hadnât met first. He glanced up at Cecilia, adjusting his shoulder bag in a small, fidgety movement. "Butâ But I can convince her." Or just lie. He hated lying to his mom, but this opportunity didnât come very often.
Rejection was not something that Cecilia ever faced. She never had any reservations about putting herself out there because she knew plenty of people would be waiting to lick it up. She always got what she wanted, what/whoever it took to make it happen. The moment Norman voiced concern that his mommy wouldn't allow him to go with Cecilia, she was mentally preparing a list of vitriolic insults that could be hurled at him for making her feel awkward about even inviting his creepy ass in the first place. She relaxed, though, when he nervously assured her that he was actually accepting her offer. Alright. Calm down. Everything's still kosher. Then it occurred to her. Well, not really, she had honestly been considering it for a while now. What if she could make the Weird Kid into her pet or a new member of The Clique? Hanging out with someone like him wouldn't be social suicide for her. She was like King Fucking Midas, everyone/thing she touched turned to gold. If he would just go with it and let her work her magic, he could be set to rule the school in her absence. Brilliant. Securing his ascent to the throne just became a close second to getting into Cornell's architecture program. "The game starts at 7:30, so I'll be at your place around 6:30. Watch for a red Porsche." With a wink she brushed past him, never even opening her locker.
Gently || Norman & Cecilia || AU High School
âBoys are named after their fathers all the time.â Her mockery upsets him; angers him, even. His mother isnât narcissistic, sheâs just a little odd. And who isnât a little odd sometimes? As the girl goes on, laying on one verbal blow after another, Norman feels a weird and queasy sense of shame settle into his gut. Still, he moves out of her way. âYou know, maybe you shouldnât talk about people like that when you donât know anything about them.â
He wonât stand up for himself nine times out of ten, but heâll definitely stand up for his mother.
It was rare that anyone ever had the balls to talk back to Cecilia Archibald. She relished the sense of power it allowed her to feel over everyone, but had to admit that it generally made for pretty lame-ass confrontations. Lots of sad little people apologizing and cowering and stammering while Cecilia laughed in their faces. Boring. However, Norman Bates ââ of course she knew his name, a Queen Bee knows all of her lowly subjects even if she lets on that she doesn't ââ had dared to throw some sass her way. Maybe he wasn't as pathetic as she initially suspected. Now that she knew which nerve to strike should she ever want to get a rise out of him in the future, she eased up on the abuse for today. School had been out for several minutes now. It was Friday which meant football and a post-game kegger. She adjusted her expression to something a little softer and less threatening before looking up at the boy. "Norman, I'm only going to say this once, alright? I apologize for being so rude. If you'll let me, I'd like to make it up to you by taking you to tonight's football game and then the party at Bobby Wheeler's house."
Gently || Norman & Cecilia || AU High School
Head down, mouth shut. That seemed the only way to survive school most of the time, and he was very good at it. âI didnât know you were there, Iâm sorry.â It probably just added to his already well established label of âbully bait,â but he couldnât help but apologize. âIâm named after my mother, actually. Itâs, um. A family name.â
"You're... Named after your mother?" Cecilia didn't bother stifling the harsh laugh that this information induced. "Did she at least die in childbirth or something? I mean, what kind of narcissistic biotch names her little boy after herself? Ulck. I wouldn't even do that. Anyway. Newsflash, loser! This is my goddamned locker. Has been all year. I'd really appreciate if you could stop being a little creep and keep the fuck away from it."
