Maeve Ledesma

[maeveledesma]

Introducing MAEVE LEDESMA. Word on the street is they are a FREELANCE INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALIST/PODCASTER, having been around for HER ENTIRE LIFE. Though they are OBSESSIVE and IMPULSIVE, they can also be CREATIVE and PERCEPTIVE. In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in. 

bios & wc under the cut.

— BASICS

Name: Maeve Gabriela Ledesma Age / DOB: 27 / 17th April 1995 Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Female, She/Her, Bisexual Hometown: New York Affiliation: None Job Position: Freelance Investigative Journalist / Podcaster Education: High School, College Relationship Status: single Children: none Positive Traits: Creative, Preceptive, Empathetic, Loyal, Thoughtful Negative Traits: Obsessive, Impulsive, Reckless, Perfectionist, Confrontational

— BIOGRAPHY

Growing up in New York City, there was always a story to be found if you dug deep enough. That's what Maeve liked to do, it's what she had always liked to do - dig deep and get answers. She didn't care if she had to get confrontational to get it, but Maeve could always work the other side of things; Sweet and innocent, act dumb and people would talk and if it didn't work then that's when she would confront them. She went to college for journalism, finishing a degree specialising in investigative journalism. Maeve had a job at a newspaper, but it wasn't enough. They didn't want her working on the hard hitting things, not really. There was always something she wasn't allowed to touch on, an angle she couldn't take. She wasn't allowed to look into the gang, for fear of the paper being targeted. She wasn't allowed to really speak much about the rate of crime in New York, because you couldn't do that without speaking to the gang involvement and even then they didn't want the city of New York to look bad, to scare off the population. So she quit. Maeve has a website where she writes and posts her own articles, most call it a blog but everything is backed up by sources, none of it is hearsay. She goes out and investigates, gets her evidence and answers and posts it on her blog. For anything that she thinks will benefit, she'll do a podcast episode on the situation and post it to the same website. It's what she lives for, she loves it, but even she can't deny that it gets her into some messy situations.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOT

INFORMANTS: Police officers, criminals, maybe even gang members that aren't as invested in the gang as they once thought they were. They give her information, hopefully the evidence to back it up, and she investigates.

GUESTS: Relevant people, or people with information (that can remain anonymous or not) that are a guest on her podcast to discuss an article she posted or something that she has not yet written on.

TBA!!

[maeveledesma]

❝ i’m not really the advice type, but i am damn good at coming up with distractions to forget the bullshit for a while. ❞ (fletch)

She couldn't help the half laugh, half scoff that came from her throat as she wiped away her tears. "Fletch, your skills lie in the bedroom. Do you really think I'd come to you for life advice?" It was perhaps a little mean, but nothing that he couldn't handle she was sure. Besides, Maeve was right. In her eyes, Fletcher was never the type of person she'd call for advice. Instead, she called him when she had no one else to pick her up after a lead into a story that she had been working on led to her tyres being slashed. Her brothers would be furious; it would be out of concern for her safety and wellbeing, but furious still. "All I need is a ride, the name of someone who can change my tyres without ripping me off, and the cherry on the cake would be a good fuck, if you're up for a distraction. I can get it elsewhere though, if that's not the type of distraction you meant." @fletchhargrave

[fletchhargrave]

"Why? You look better wet." Fletcher retorts, skimming past the civilians like he's not just left her to dry. Air it all out on the bloody street, why don't you? But there's a wide grin on his lips as he keeps his back pointed at her. (Read: hardly a fucking threat) He continues to pour back some shitty black coffee; a burnt, bitter concotion that's notably the same colour as his smoked out lungs. "Move a tad fucking faster, you might even catch up."

[maeveledesma]

The anger that coursed through her body was white hot, and nothing could stop her reaching out to snatch a strangers drink from their hands. Without even a second thought, she was pulling back her arm and throwing the whole thing at Fletch, hitting him in the dead center of his back. "I warned you to fucking stop." She snarled, almost breaking into a jog to catch up with him. "Now, hand over the cash to fix your mess."

[maeveledesma]

open to all.

"Hey! I was talking to you, you don't just walk away from someone who is talking to you!" Maeve shouted, stalking after the other who had just ran into her, spilling their coffee all over her new dress. It was clear to see that she was angry, and she certainly had no intention of stopping until she had caught up with the other and had them pay for either the dry cleaning or a new dress. "I said stop!"

[frgdsvoid]

For: Open Location: Somewhere in NYC at night

"Mierda." Veronica softly cursed, letting a small huff of frustration. It was past midnight on a Friday night, just gotten done with dancing the night away, and of course the universe decides to kill her car battery. She swore that she had made sure all the lights had been turned off before leaving it for the club that evening but either she wasn't fully paying attention, or she simply needed a new battery. Her guess would be that she was too focused on texting her friend who was helping watch Angel for the evening that she had arrived safely. She would've used her phone to text or call someone, but it had died about ten minutes ago which is what made her decide to call it a night to begin with. As she leaned against her car the woman tried to think of what to do in her current situation, and that's when she noticed someone that seemed to be the owner of the car behind her. She studied them for a second to see if she could make their face before deciding her pepper spray, and small blade, in her bag would be her form of self-defense in case this turned into a terrible mistake. "Hey. Out of curiosity, would you be able to spare me a jump, or perhaps a phone to make a quick call?"

[maeveledesma]

Maeve didn't particularly want the other questioning why she was out so late at night, but seeing her stood alone in the dark with an obvious problem, she wasn't going to leave the mother of her godchild stranded. She approached, a loving smile on her face as she approached Veronica. "Of course you can, Ronnie." She smiled sweetly, pulling out her phone and unlocking it before handing it over. "Raffa's number is in there if you want it, I'm sure he can fix whatever it is that's up with the car. But unfortunately I didn't drive here so I don't have my car or the cables to be able to help." A little late night investigating, which unfortunately hadn't turned up much but that didn't put her off.

[xdivnity]

Location: candy land Character: Talia Open Starter

She was like a kid in the candy store, and some days she just needed to sit and enjoy the sugar. She loved all kinds, sour warheads, airheads, pop rocks, etc. Currently, she was eating a Snickers bar. The delicious bite had her closing her eyes as she sat at one of the tables. She probably was in the way for most people. "Please, don't mind me. I'm in candy heaven."

[maeveledesma]

"Mm, I prefer the redvines." Maeve grinned, a packet of them in her hand as she chewed on one. "I don't know what it is, but I feel like I could conquer the world when I'm chewing on one of these. Though Snickers is a good way into a candy coma."

[tiredwritcr]