Olivia Jones, 33, dancer. On some occasions I may go by Jolene. Simply occupying an increasingly separate universe, from whose unglimpsed skies I would periodically drop in to dance.
Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but [ OLIVIA JONES ], a [ 33 ] year-old [ FEMALE ] has lived in [ CROWN HEIGHTS, BROOKLYN ] for [ ALL HER LIFE ]. This is the city of dreams and [ SHE/HER ] knows it, because they came to NYC to be a [ BURLESQUE DANCER ]. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [ EMMA STONE ]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it!
1). Olivia is a burlesque dancer. She really truly loves it, which is not to say she doesn’t get nervous or sometimes wonder how she works there. Her co-workers are considered almost family to her. There are still a few who see her as competition and distrust her, but she would do anything she could to help if they needed it.
2). Olivia is based in crappy studio apartment. There’s a teeny doored bathroom, and the main space has only fixtures, furnishings for the kitchen part, but outside that there’s nothing of note. No couch, no bed, nothing. She chose it because it was readily available, basically, and she needed to have somewhere to go where she wouldn’t burden other people nor occupy. She pays rent weekly, with no contract. If anyone broke in, she’d probably not handle it well, whether she was there at the time or came back to find it had transpired (though she might not be able to tell there had been an intruder if she wasn’t present). There would probably be running involved.
3). Olivia believes her biological parents dumped her into the foster system because, at the age of six, she was a nuisance. So she doesn’t blame them, or hold them responsible. She learned early on that it was her job to try and ensure she wasn’t a burden, that she didn’t aggravate people or make them leave her. That’s why she’s not close to her adoptive parents, or so she tries to tell herself when paranoia sets in. It’s very rare that she would call them 'mom’ or 'dad’ and when she does it’s usually regarded by her as a mistake, something that could hurt them. Even when she lived with them, she would spend a lot of time trying to be anywhere but in the house. Eventually they realiseed it wasn’t because she hated them, but because she loved them. She’d do anything for them, and they for her.
AN OVERVIEW:
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Olivia Jones
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ: Green
ʜᴀɪʀ sᴛʏʟᴇ/ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ: Medium, straight, reddish blonde
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: ‘5,6
ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴛʏʟᴇ: Vintage, casual mainly
ʙᴇsᴛ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ: Eyes
ғᴇᴀʀs: People leaving
ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ: None guilty
ᴀᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ: Doesn’t like to think too far ahead for fear. Generally helping people.
ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ: Coffee
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴏsᴛ: Being better
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇᴅ: How difficult it will be to sleep
ʙᴇsᴛ ǫᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪs: None
sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴏʀ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs?: Single
ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ?: Can’t have one without the other
ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴀɪɴs?: Would love to say brains, but she can only cash in on beauty, supposedly
ᴅᴏɢs ᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴛs?: Cats
ʟɪᴇ?: To herself continuously, simply omit truth to others
ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ?: In some respects
ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ?: Yes
ᴡᴀɴᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ?: No
ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏɴ sᴛᴀɢᴇ?: Often
ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴅʀᴜɢs?: No
ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪᴛ ɪɴ?: Tried to, failed.
ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ: Yellow, pink
ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ: Squirrel
ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ: After the thin man
ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ: Board games, card games
ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇxᴛ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ: September 5th
ʜᴏᴡ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ: 34
ᴀɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴛʏ: 27
ᴅᴏᴇs ᴀɢᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ?: Yes
ʙᴇsᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Kind, secure, trustworthy
ʙᴇsᴛ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ: Not important
ʙᴇsᴛ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ: Not important
ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ: Invite to nerd sex parties and follow up.
SHORT BIO:
there’s something about being on stage that brings Olivia out of her usually timid shell, and she isn’t entirely sure what it is.
mostly, Olivia tends to keep to herself; a trait she had learned when she had been dumped in to the foster system by her irresponsible parents at six years of age.
for her, it was better to keep your head down, instead of drawing attention to yourself. some of the children she was forced to spend her time with weren’t exactly the most welcoming.
her self-confidence had taken a beating from incessant, brutal bullying and the fact that nobody seemed to think enough of her to keep her around for very long hadn’t helped much, either. in fact, Olivia didn’t settle down for good until six years later, when she was adopted into a family who finally offered her the care she deserved. unfortunately, the damage had already been done.
in school, the only class that she ever put any effort in to was art, and dancing was something that she could become so lost in that she forgot about the judgmental world around her. it was the only time she was truly comfortable with herself.
she started in a pensioners dance class because she was running away. she stayed to watch, and had a cup of coffee with them. it was the first time she had ever heard of burlesque, but she wouldn’t hear of it again until many years later. in the meantime, she would join community dance classes at local gyms and centres at every new place she would live. went through so many styles before she reached burlesque. that’s why her performances are rarely repeated.
from the age of twenty-one, she had considered herself a professional burlesque performer. it came so naturally to her, people were almost envious of her talents. it was for this exact reason that a NY producer sought her out to become one of her dancers.
but unlike her alter ego, Jolene, Olivia doesn’t think higly of her looks. but she finds herself having to be careful and ensure she looks her best, even when she doesn’t imagine her best can be very good at all. outside of work, she doesn’t usually wear makeup at all (other than lipbalm), except to events.
olivia got married at the young age of 28 to an important businessman who used to be a regular at her shows. he was charming, handsome and the man she lost her virginity to. the first months into the marriage were a bliss, he had a reputation to uphold and Olivia was more than happy to be of help: she started to dress up and play the part for him. for it didn't take long until his infidelities got out of hand. the breaking point was when she had come home to find him with another woman in their attic. there was a lot of screaming involved, crying, and only a sardonic smile plastered on his face. “at last, you finally open your eyes”. she pushed for a divorce, but he made sure to be the one to come out on top. Olivia still blames herself for her ex husband’s cheating, still trying to find out what she had done to push him away and into someone else’s arms. in her mind, marriage shouldn’t be a temporary thing.
she spends a lot of time rehearsing, attending dance classes (various genres), and going walking. she used to go to a lot of gigs, but doesn’t anymore as she feels the extra pressure to impress her bosses. she paints a lot, preferring to paint murals rather than on canvas. surprisingly, she can’t sketch that well, as she needs colour.
when not in work, Olivia tends to wear skinny jeans mostly, in varying colours, with tanks or tees. if she’s leaving the house or needs to be less casual, it’s mostly shorts and shirts, casual dresses, with ankle boots or heels.
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
honestly i’m open to everything! regulars at the shows (maybe people who know her by her stage name but don’t know her outside of work), maybe people who knew her ex husband, friends she’s made here/friends she’s known for a long time, rivals, etc.
Why do you deny yourself heaven? Why do you consider yourself undeserving? Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you; but you are the love of my life.
from just some dumb mechanic’s wife
i’m gonna be roxie
who says that murder’s not an art?
and who in case she doesn’t hang
can say she started with a bang?
roxie hart!
