[ MARIGOLD ‘GOLDIE’ JENKINS. 23. TRANS WOMAN. SHE/HER] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ TWENTY THREE YEARS ] and are originally from [ LOS ANGELES ]. They are [ UNEMPLOYED ] and in their downtime love [ THROWING PARTIES ] and [ VISITING ART GALLERIES ]. They look a lot like [ HUNTER SCHAFER ] and live [ ON SILVERWOOD TERRACE. ]
tw: drugs
marigold was born and raised in silver lake. her father is a washed up writer named andrew, he used to be very big, two of his novels were adapted into two movies. HE HATES BOTH OF THE MOVIES PASSIONATELY. it’s like an unspoken rule in jenkins house, no one brings up them. ever. her mother used to be a model, her name is cynthia. she wasn’t even married to goldie’s father when she had goldie. at that time andrew was married to wife number two.
as far as goldie knows she has two older brothers (from her father’s previous marriages) levon is 32, andrew jr is 28. she is closer to andrew jr (austin butler fc mayhaps a future wc), he is basically her partner-in-crime.
goldie was seven when her parents finally decided to get married, previously she and her mother lived in a smaller condo in silverwood terrace but now they all live in a big ass mansion. her parents’ marriage is open, so there is a big chance goldie has more siblings and she does not know any of them.
she came out as transgender to her parents in sixth grade. her parents have always been (and still are) very supportive. every year on goldie’s birthday they also make big donations to lgbtq communities under her name.
being the youngest kid in the family, it’s safe to say goldie was showered with love and affection. so she’s a little bit spoiled, sometimes too loud and definitely does not think before she speaks
also very likely to throw a tantrum if she does not get what she wants
easily bored
she has shiny new toy syndrome
you might not know her personally but there’s a big chance your character probably has attended one of the parties her older brother threw. their mansion is basically a party central lmaooo
☼ leo ☾ libra ↑ gemini
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graduated from usc last year (yeah her parents bought a spot for her, what about it????) and she studied fine arts. not really talented but has an eye for finer things that’s for sure
parties too much, has her drug dealer on speed dial
loves to play dumb but she is actually quiet smart
Despite the threat, Austin barked out a happy laugh. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were bullying me.” But if he was going to be an ass to Goldie at her workplace, then she had every right to an asshole back. Adjusting the strap of his messenger bag to stop it from digging into his shoulder, he continued on a little more seriously, “That sounds like it could be a cool gig, though, for real. Cliff’s Edge is a nice place. Are you feeling good about it or more meh – would rather not?”
“Then I would tell you that you’re being ridiculous.” Austin was teasing, so was Goldie, she didn’t need to go on about how she wasn’t being a bully at all. “It could be. Having a steady job is so weird to me. What if one morning you wake up and you are not in the mood for work? It’s not fair you can’t just skip it.” She shrugged. “To be fair when it comes to jobs, I always feel meh.”
“I can’t decide if they’re in or if they’ve been so overdone that now it’s out of style,” Robin grumbles, rubbing the bridge of her nose before muttering ‘fucking Kardashians’ under her breath, tapping the tip of her stylus against the side of the tablet.
She became like this when she was in the midst of her creative process, all fidgets and bad habits to help her focus. Chewing on her nails, chewing on pencils, tapping her toes or twirling her hair around her fingers.
No wonder she felt the need to smoke to get her thoughts to align.
“Fuck it, we’re gonna go for it,” she finally tells Goldie. “We’re gonna do something transparent. Maybe with metallic features. Classic with edge. You down for something like that?”
“I think it’s kinda both. It’s in but people always wear them in the same way because that’s probably how one of current icons did.” Eyes rolled, snorting a laugh at the word icons. She refused to believe she lived in a world where Bella Hadid was considered a fashion icon. “It’s all about putting your own spin.” She shrugged. “Like I need to tell you.”
Excited, Marigold waited for Robin to gather her thoughts and stayed quiet (the last thing she wanted was to disturb anyone’s creative process, she knew how sacred those moments were.)
“YES!” She clapped in excitement. “Are you kidding me? I love wearing transparent clothes. I bought a clear trench coat a while ago, it’s one of my favorites.” Goldie chuckled. “Besides, you should know by now, whatever you suggest, I am just going to go along with it.”
“Really?” Mirella ignored how melodramatic the sentiment sounded, almost intrigued by the idea. “How long do you think they would get sentenced? Ten years? Twenty-five to life?”
“At least twenty.” She grimaced as she looked at the window, turning to the brunette. “Life would be cruel. Don’t you think?”
Mirella stared through the window of the quaint furniture store, lips pressed tightly together and brows creased. She was always on the hunt for furniture to hoard for staging purposes — and now for herself with her new home in mind. But there was a different vibe here, one that she was still trying to understand. “Did I miss a memo? The person that decided the faux-distressed look was a trend must have also thought that painting quotes like live laugh love on a plank of wood was a good idea.”
“Absolutely not.” Goldie look at the window, grimacing in the most dramatic way possible. “Whoever decided putting this atrocity on their window should be prosecuted.”
“Oh yeah? Max?” Sebastian didn’t know him too well, but he’d been in the place once or twice, had a considered a job there at one point, although been offered the position at Carousel before he had the interview. Two jobs was more than enough as far as he was concerned. “What? That’s the only reason?” he chuckled a little as he asked the question. “Alright, okay, let’s grab a coffee then… and we’ll see what we can do.”
“He’s the manager.” She couldn’t remember when they met or how but she’s always enjoyed his company, he was a chill dude. “Kinda? Well we both know how I feel about working.” Marigold admitted with a sheepish smile, shrugging. “Perfect. Lead the way.” She said as she started following him to the nearest coffee shop.
“me neither. would you do it?” juniper liked to think that’s where she drew the line. nothing past a line of coke at a rich kid’s party every now and again. but that lifestyle hadn’t bled out of her yet, evidently. who was to say. “think that makes us all shit people, golds,” the girl speaks, fumbling a vaporizer from her pocket. she takes a quick puff before extending offer out to the other. “hypothetically or not.”
“I probably would.” She shrugged. “I will try every drug once, you know, out of curiosity.” That wasn’t the safest way to live your life but knowing her, you shouldn’t be surprised how little she cared about her own safety. “Yeah, I would never go out of my way to hurt someone.” She would never make that as her mission. “What’s the worst thing you’ve done?” She turned to Juni, taking a sip from her whiskey.
“over alcohol, yeah. i’m not out here shooting up heroin or anything, but—” words fall short and juniper shrugs. she was never much of a big drinker, and especially not since high school days anyway. “that’s fucked. so glad i don’t have a sister. is it bad to say i’d rather be the one fucking their sister’s fiancé than the other way around? because i’m saying it.”
“I have never done heroin.” But that didn’t necessarily mean she wasn’t going to try, at least once. “It’s fucked!” And this was coming from Marigold, her moral compass wasn’t the best. “No, it’s not bad. It’s like you’d rather hurt people than get hurt. Hypothetically of course.” She shrugged. “Or it’s more like you’d rather make mistakes than being affected by other people’s bad decisions. I can relate.”
Rodeo Drive was busy as ever on a Saturday, and between all the people and the offerings in store windows, Abby was a little distracted. But she was on a mission — sundress season was well underway and she needed some new stuff. She heard the scream before she felt the arms thrown around her, but instantly she knew it was her best friend. “GOLDIEEEEEEEEEE,” her shout was almost as long in return, everyone around them probably thinking there were two psychos, but also paying them no mind. “I do, kinda? Not well, but I do. Why, are you planning a Roller disco? Did you sign us up to a roller derby?” she was game for absolutely everything.
Two women screaming at each other with a Valley Girl accent was the most cliché thing ever but what can you do? Goldie was a cliché. “It actually does not matter because it’s super easy. You can learn it quickly.” She said with a chuckle. “No, I did not sign us up to a roller derby. But you guessed it right, I am planning a Roller disco. You know how much I love seventies.” Goldie mused. “I already got you and Holly a pair of roller skates. I told Zoey about it too and she already has a pair. Now we need to work on the guest list.”
Marigold was positive if it wasn’t for her father and his connections, she wouldn’t be visiting Ronit’s office and potentially discuss her art. Don’t get me wrong, Goldie was a confident person but when it came to her artistic talent, she had doubts. Dressed to impress (in her own terms of course), she made her way to Ronit’s office, gently knocking the door before opening it, giving the other woman a nervous smile. “Hey!” She cleared her throat afterwards, waving. “I believe you’ve been expecting me. My father called you about it.” @ronit-friedman
“You can’t go wrong with Cliff’s Edge. If they’d been hiring when I was looking I think I would have preferred there over anywhere else.” Not that there was anything wrong with Lotus, of course. Seb did love his jobs, but there were nicer places in town. “So… have you had a job before? Or this a starting right from the beginning thing?”
“It’s a cute place.” She agreed with a nod. “I like their manager.” Max was a decent guy. “I am only applying because I need my brother to stop badgering me.” A purpose in life wouldn’t hurt either. Goldie pressed her lips together, grinning a little. “No, I haven’t. I mean, I helped a stylist once during a photoshoot but she was a friend, so that does not count.”
duncan’s brow furrowed as she spoke. “well, that’s just mean.” the boy muttered, looking her up and down briefly. “you sound like a high school bully. not a good look, buddy.” he’d dealt with his fair share of those–never again.
“It was a joke.” Goldie clarified, clearly he’d missed it. “This is not bullying. I think you are just too touchy.” She explained, crossing her arms against her chest. “Did I insult you in any way? No. So, you don’t get compare me to a high school bully.”