a couple rebel top gun pilots, flying with nowhere to be. don't know you super well but i think that you might be the same. behave abnormally. let's let things come out of the woodwork, i'll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies. yeah, awesome, right? see me rolling showing somebody else love, dancing with our shoes off know i think you're awesome right?
marisol arabella cortez
“ you don’t actually believe that conspiracy do you? “ elijah asked with a raised brow. “ i want to know how people come up with that kind of shit. and then have people believe them. “ he said with a chuckle. “ did you say see you later boy? cause he wasn’t good enough for you? “
“of course not, i just like to read the theories. they’re... quirky.” marisol defends, though she has to admit that she agreed with him on the creation of such thoughts. “maybe there’s something wrong with them.” is all she can suggest; she doesn’t believe in all that mental health mumbo jumbo, which is sheer irony for someone who wishes to become a medical professional. “i mean, obviously. do i seem like the kind of girl to go for superstars, slamming on their guitars?”
“did you know that avril lavigne is dead? she’s been replaced by someone called marissa.. or maybe it’s melissa. i’m not sure.” trends, memes, all of that wasn’t something that marisol was familiar with---- for every little thing she was a good couple weeks behind. “maybe i’m the new avril, since marisol and melissa are pretty close together in terms of name. i don’t want skater boys though..”
“so, what are the plans for this weekend? anything interesting? dare i say exciting?” lila rested her head in her hand which was now propped up on the bar she sat at. “i totally forgot how boring this place can be.”
“if you think finals are interesting, then i’ll be having a grand time. my last final is monday, so i get to study all weekend for that.” marisol explains, knowing that her life is by no means the level of interest that lila was looking for. “oh, and work. you should come to the diner. the service is to die for.”
“oh no,” she murmurs softly, voice pitched low enough not to be overheard while she fiddles with her hair. she had known this would happen – the intricate arrangement mariposa had meticulously styled for her was precarious at best. of course it would fall out with just one improper touch. rory can feel long locks of hair escaping their designated place on her head and even without sight, she knows she looks a mess. it isn’t that her appearance is all that important to her – it’d be hard to justify caring when she can’t visualize the results – but she knows her friend had her looking put together and poised; it seems rude to let that work go to waste. at the sound of what she presumes to be footsteps of someone approaching, rory pushes aside her embarrassment and gets to her feet, cane in hand. she hopes she’s talking to someone but it wouldn’t be the first time she’s addressed the air, either. “tell me – does my hair look as bad as it feels?”
she was already running late. tardiness was a habit that she avoided whenever she could, but there had been an issue at the facility and now marisol was all flustered in her work uniform looking as though she were more stripper than waitress. of course, people didn’t tend to say or think much on the matter due to the low population of the town; most could guess that she was someone who served food instead of ass for a living. plus, she was hardly fit out for that type of sport anyway. running was about as good as it got. within her eye line lives a shadow, something struggling and fiddling with what can only be described as as bird’s nest upon their head. at least, that’s how it looks from a distance. only when she ventures closer does the owner of such a tangled wreck become more apparent. “i don’t know how it feels,” she begins---- it did look pretty rough. “but i do know it isn’t looking too great. if you had some twigs in that thing i’d presume you’d been dragged through a hedge.”
“ I can’t stand those religious nuts who stand outside of the coffee shop spewing bible verses at everyone and handing out pamphlets. I’m pretty sure the guy I just saw is a regular at my job. I guess sinning is okay after hours. ”
“i don’t think those religious nuts, as you called them, are well-liked by anybody---- what is it you do? something involving sinning? tell me it’s not murder. ”
HEY! i’m cat, this is marisol!! i’m seventeen, located in england (meaning located in the middle of satan’s butthole right now) and i’m not nearly as interesting as this kiddo.
LET’S START AT THE BEGINNING ;
marisol was born in miami, florida but she moved to doveport at the age of five cause it’s her mom’s hometown
her parents got a divorce, which was what sparked the moving. she has no contact with her father, knows absolutely nothing about him in fact.
when they first moved, she kinda super hated it? and she really hates being in a small town. she’s a city girl at heart, what can i say?
in school, she very much kept herself to herself. it wasn’t that she was a loner, because she certainly had friends, but she didn’t like to talk a lot.
this has continued into her adulthood; marisol hates talking about herself. she’ll talk about you, about the weather, about the political climate, as much as she can. but she won’t talk about herself. she especially hates talking about her family.
when she was in high school, she was a big science nerd, especially biology. anatomy has always been something she’s been interested in, which is one of the main reasons she wants to be a surgeon.
marisol managed to get out of doveport for a hot five minutes when she was eighteen, when she planned to go to the university of florida to study biology.
unfortunately her mother got sick, and required marisol to take care of her. because of this she had to defer her placement for a year.
now, she’s studying biology an hour away at gainsville city college, though works at first date for some form of income.
recently, her mother has gotten a lot worse. because of this, marisol is no longer her main carer and her mother has been moved into a home.
she still goes to see her every single day, if she can, and tries to spend as much time with her as possible.
THE PERSONALITY ;
as i said above, marisol is very private. she doesn’t talk about herself at all.
when it comes to friends, she prefers closer friendships instead of having many friends.
can sometimes come across as rude or entitled; though she doesn’t like to lord her intelligence over people, she’s highly irritated when people try and act like they’re her best friend right off the bat or when they ask a lot of questions.
even with best friends she can sometimes be withdrawn and short---- though she does trust them, for the most part she does prefer to be the listener in the relationship. she has to get particularly close to them to tell them things about her family.
in relationships, she’s not very heavy with pda and struggles to stay in committed relationship as the intensity can get a bit much for her. she certainly won’t be the first to say i love you or any of the like.
in terms of sexuality, marisol is heterosexual
her favourite things, and things to put her in the best mood, will be tequila shots and tacos. in that order.
THE CONNECTIONS ;
the school friends ;; as she grew up in doveport, anybody who would have been with her in school would most likely still be in touch with her. it is a small town, after all. ( unlimited, details can vary [study buddies, lab partners, etc ])
the hook-up ;; casual sex happens, and with this person it happens more than she would like to admit. in public they might ignore each other, or even hate each other, but in private it’s hair pulling and being pinned against walls ( one spot )
the drinking buddies ;; when you’re in need of someone to shoot the shit with, this is how it goes. what started off as just someone who was always in the bar when she was, they began sitting next to one another and eventually would allow the worries of the world to spill from their lips and into the ears of one another ( one spot, maybe two )
the sex and the city ;; everybody needs the group of pals where they can just go and have a worry-free time. those friends where your conversations are never too deep, but they’re just the level of trashy that’s perfect. the kind of friends that you send your selfies to before posting on instagram, to ensure that they’re bound to get the most likes. ( three spots )
the roommates ;; after her mother moved out, travelling she told them, marisol knew she wouldn’t be able to afford the rent on her own. thus she invested in pasting flyers all around town and gained herself two shiny new roommates. they’re like her mini-family now, though marisol would never admit it, and pretends they irritate her to no end half the time. especially when they run out of milk in the house. ( two spots )
that’s all folks !! i’m lookin forward to being here with y’all, and get some good vibes goin !!
