The Spitfire

so dark and foul I can’t disguise, can’t disguise.

[sebastianreininger]

      Finally, the last hour of the day. Understaffed didn’t begin to describe his situation, nor did it help the standard in which he preferred to keep his bakery (perhaps stricter than necessary), and without the full hands to help Sebastian took the extra work on himself. The extra ovens helped only so much, though running back and forth between them and the wave of customers made the entirety of the day a nuisance, the first of its kind in the span of a fortunate business. When  the last customer left Sebastian was right behind them, the key in the door when he heard another passerby’s footfalls behind him. “Es tut mir leid. Wir sind geschlossen, ich werde wahrscheinlich vor morgen den Ort verbrennen, und…” He turned to see the person, and sighed, removing the key before the door was officially locked and sealed. “I’m closing the bakery early but if you need anything, I’ll open it again for you.”

[marlene-oakley-blog]

“We’ll that’s a shame,” slightly disappointed, Marlene a sigh escape from her “I’d been looking forward to your scones all day.” She beamed, “so has Penelope,” she said as she petted the broad neck of the white beast that stood 16 hands tall beside her. The stallion let out an excited snort. “Shh,” she pet the beast, “no worries sir, we’ll just come back tomorrow then.” 

[marlene-oakley-blog]

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I'm currently mobile, can't respond to ims atm for some reason. went straight to a bonfire after I finished work, I should be able to return replies when I get back.

[marlene-oakley-blog]

ioanna gika | GONE.

This may be an odd choice, due to it’s medieval folk-ish vibe and ghostly war implied lyrics, but I have my reasons for choosing it (other than the fact that it’s a beautiful song). I take from the song that it’s talking about two interchangeable things, the summoning and “necessity” of war and the loss and destruction that follows said summoned war. --- 

“Dark the oceans, dark the sky. Hush the whales and the ocean tide. Tell the salt marsh and beat on your drum. Gone their master, gone their son.”

How does this relate to Marlene when she’s never actually experienced an actual war first hand? The reason I choose this song for her is because it is a scope into the world through her eyes. The whole damn planet is a cesspool of war and destruction, it’s loud and bright -- but silent and dark. We fight over the things we love, until we lose them ---

“What brings us together is what pulls up apart.”

and when they’re gone, they’re gone. 

It’s is Marlene’s life goal to rid the destruction and loss, the hunger and pain of the world, to bring opposing sides together --- even if she has to single-handedly do it herself. It all sounds very naive but that is because Marlene is very naive, but stubborn. 

[marlene-oakley-blog]

good day y’all. i’m kid, from ohio (est). and if you’ll read below you’ll find the bit (that I could come up with) about my little monster, marlene. 

bullet points for easy reading:

Marlene Oakley was born in (somewhere in England), but she lived in Boston most of her childhood and young adult life. She would visit her homeland in the summers growing up, and spend the rest of the year in the states.

She’s got a funny sort of hybrid accent that’s Oxford/New England-ish. Plus, she kinda speaks fast when she talks. Her words sort of morph into one another at times when she speaks (something she’s been chastised for a lot).

Words to describe her are excitable, troublesome, adventurous, eccentric, dramatic, unorganized, messy, talkative, outspoken, blunt, unfiltered, messy. 

She was the only(ish) child of two pretty well-off people who has lowkey spoiled her. She has (for the most part) cut ties with my family because they refuse to open their eyes to the idea that the supernatural exists. 

There is that bit of financial support she still gets from them, but she doesn’t speak to them XD.

She’s a HUGE advocate for the supernaturals. Has been far before they’ve announced their existence. 

She has believed in their existence since she was a child when she’d notice things out of the ordinary. But instead of blaming it on childhood imagination or insanity like everyone else did, she’d spend her life chasing after those ‘out of the ordinary’ things. 

She has a half brother (which is a-whole-nother story) who is/was her best friend. She met him when she was 15, but only found out he was her brother four years later. (I might submit a wc for him or I might just play him myself... probably the latter... ??).

She’s recently stumbled upon Echo looking for her brother (it was the last place she knew he was). 

Other random stuff:

She has a few tattoos (still to be determined where, what and how many). 

She is a high school drop out (don’t be surprised if she has a hard time spelling words like ‘euthenics’) and she doesn’t believe she needs a job or education when the world’s already falling apart. She dedicates all her time to learning how to help the supernaturals receive their natural rights.

Also she’s kinda an unofficial vagabond.

and she travels on horseback (I said she was eccentric).

I’ll add more when I can think of it.

[begavet]

[renlysbaratheon]

A trick I never learned, I’m afraid.

[marlene-oakley-blog]

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