madison foley. twenty five. assistant cheer coach at heartsdale high. georgia native, sister, and pisces. just trying to make my way through life one day at a time.
She couldn’t help but to blush softly at the compliment that she was receiving from the other. “Honestly, I am glad to hear that. Sometimes I think I’m not working hard enough but when I hear someone else complimenting me on my hard work then it makes me realize that I actually am doing the best I can.” She smiled over at her as she shook her head softly. “Oh gosh no. I am not writing a book here. Well I guess it’s kind of a book. I’m working on a business plan for my little own bistro style restaurant. I want to do something quaint and small but like that still offers a wide variety of things.” She mentioned to the other female as she fully turned her attention towards her. Luna’s work could definitely wait some since she always worked on it.
“A bistro?” she asked, curious - she was a decent enough cook, thanks to her mother teaching her everything she knew, but there was still a lot Madison couldn’t even pretend to manage. Her chili was her specialty, but lately her sister had been debating going vegetarian, which meant even that was out the window when it got colder. “Are you thinking about one kind of food, like a French or Italian bistro, or an eclectic one with a little bit of everything?” She leaned closer to the other, trying to parse through the business jargon enough to capture what the other was thinking. “Granted, I don’t know anything about anything - so take this with a grain of salt - but I think a specialty restaurant might go further, especially in a place like this. I know I’d kill for real Japanese food but that’s almost impossible to find around here.”
Zoey leaned against the machine, scrolling mindlessly through her instagram feed. All she saw were girls prettier than her and men dumber but somehow more successful than her. She probably should be watching people load their clothes into machines, but how boring was that? On the floor she noticed a glimmer of a quarter and bent down to pick it up. One of the perks of the job was that people were always dropping quarters and she considered them tips for her excellent service. As she faced the machine she heard a voice next to her.
“Oh, yeah, I was just…fixing that.” she said, smiling back. She pocketed the quarter and her phone, standing up a little taller. “I’m the attendant so, uh, thanks for alerting me. I’ll get right on it.” Truthfully she had no idea how to fix it, or who to call. Her training could be called minimal at best. “Sorry it ate your quarters. Wish I could get them back but” she pointed to the sign hanging that displaced all responsibility for lost quarters. “You’d be shocked by how much money losers, er, people waste separating their colors and whites. I never have.” she looked down at er white shirt tinged a bit pink. “Lots of loads you’ve got there. Would you consider yourself fashionable?” Zoey didn’t even know what she was saying, but she did know that she had no friends here and was itching for any kind of conversation.
Madison felt herself blush; she hadn’t meant to call out the attendant or anything - the quarters weren’t anything she was too worried about, after all - but she was grateful the other didn’t seem upset about her comment. The last thing she needed was some sort of enemy - even in the form of a pretty laundry attendant. Or maybe especially in that form.
“Not particularly,” she shrugged, throwing her detergent pods into the washer as she started it up. “I’m a cheer coach, so I live in athletic wear most of the time. But my sister’s a sophomore in high school, and if she doesn’t have the best clothes, it’s social suicide apparently - I think she changes like, seventeen times a day.” She could remember her parents complaining about her older sister doing that, but Madison just lived in jeans or yoga pants and her cheer gear. She was surprisingly low maintenance. “I’d ask her to do the laundry but, I’m genuinely afraid she’d claim the entire place had burned down and the only answer was an entirely new wardrobe.” She smiled softly, pushing the basket in front of the washing machine so she could go back to the ( uncomfortable ) plastic chairs to wait for the move to the dryers. “I’m Madison, by the way. And I’m not super stressed about the quarters - I stole ‘em from the coach I work with anyways.”
Being so close to the end of this business plan was killing Luna. She felt like it was so close to fully achieving her dream and this was only the first in many steps to actually getting to her dream. But she could only imagine that she’s be here in this moment. She was picking up extra shifts at the coffee shop and she took every break she had to work on business. She sat down at one of the tables and pulled her laptop out. Fifteen minutes didn’t sound like a lot of people for a break but it was ample time for her to get something accomplished. She opened it up and she was working fast as she typed away, her nails clacking against the keys as she was filling more and more of the page on her word document. She thought to herself as she tapped her nails on the table and then she happened to notice someone next to her and she laughed softly. “Oh my gosh, sorry about that dude, sometimes I just get going and I don’t realize if I’m being annoying.”
Madison had been coming to the coffee shop long enough to know not to bother Luna when she was on her breaks - she still didn’t know what the other was working on, but the look of determination on her face when she whipped out the laptop was something she envied. Madison had never had much ambition for a job - getting a gig as a cheer coach was just a coincidence. In ten years, she’d probably have to choose something else to do. “You’re not annoying,” Madison promised, digging her nail into the cup she’d gotten from the other only twenty minutes before. “You’re impressive, really. I don’t think I could type that fast if my life depended on it. If you’re writing a novel, your editor must be pleased with how quick you can get them pages.”
it was beyond time to get a new washing machine, madison mused to herself silently as she put yet another load into one of the oversized machines at the laundrymat. this was becoming a habit - spending what little free time she had in the quiet, the only real company the sound of humming machines turning around people’s clothing. she should be making her sister take responsibility of it - but somehow, she didn’t trust the teenager to actually keep an eye on their belongings.
“that machine is broken,” she said aloud to the person she saw going up to the one she’d tried when she first arrived over an hour ago. “i don’t know if the attendant knows yet, but it ate all my quarters and never turned on.” she offered them a small smile, “you’re better off using one of the bigger ones anyways. does anyone really separate their whites and colors anymore?”
STATUS » open ( feel free to assume connections ! )
LOCATION » peppervine eatery
The night was relatively young and the eatery was surprisingly busy for the time of night. And despite not being scheduled on, Scout still found herself hanging around her workplace like she had nothing better to do. She didn’t, in fact — but that besides the point. Her daughter was at a sleepover and the house felt too empty. The silence of it overwhelming to the point of needing to escape. She was not in her usual place behind the chef’s counter but instead, perched on a stool at the bar enjoying a glass of red wine a little too much.
Her fingers traced around the rim of the nearly empty glass until she felt someone move near her towards the bar, pulling her back from her reverie. “You’re welcome to sit there,” she said without thinking, assuming they wanted the chair next to her. “It’s not taken.”
Some nights, all Madison wanted was a break. Trying to navigate her own twenties while taking care of a teenager was exhausting, terrifying, and while she knew she should have let Logan go off on her date on her own, her fear that her sister would wind up murdered on the side of the road had her heading to the same restaurant and looking for a space at the bar to keep an eye on them. If her sister protested, she’d simply say she was hungry herself - but the truth was, all she wanted was a drink. A stiff one, preferably.
“Thanks,” she said quietly, “it’s got the best view of the floor over here.” Sure enough, there was her sister and some kid that Madison would have called a dweeb back in her day. “My little sister is on her first date, and I didn’t get a chance to really check the kid out before I said they could go out, so I’m making sure he isn’t some psycho. Which, in turn, makes me look like a psycho.” She wasn’t usually one to ramble, but she was nervous - both for her sister, and this new chapter they were embarking on, but also because the woman she’d ended up next to was way too gorgeous for her not to be a little flustered. “I’m Madison. I’ll be quiet so you can actually enjoy your night, though. Promise.”
growing up, melissa and madison were near inseperable - despite the four year age gap between them, madison trailed after her sister everywhere, idolizing her in every aspect. her sister was everything she wasn’t - loud, brash, and willing to take what she wanted.
after a fight with their parents, melissa disappeared - leaving the foley family behind in order to pursue her own interests and life outside of what their father wanted from her. madison, just about to start high school, missed her terribly - no longer would melissa sneak in and out of her window, crashing on her bed smelling of sweet smoke and alcohol, whispering about all the bad deeds she did in the dark and telling her magical tales of what being a teenager was like. instead, she was left to face her teenage years on her own - with no way of knowing where, or what, her sister was up to.
it’s been almost twelve years since the foley’s have been together - logan doesn’t even know who melissa is, really - but madison’s never given up hope that she’d find her sister one day. the only thing keeping her from reaching out first is her own fear - fear that melissa didn’t just leave their parents, but madison, too, and that she still wants nothing to do with her.
melissa foley is open for connections with any half japanesse faceclaim who can fit the age of 29.
↬ her roommates ☄ ________________________________
moving to a small town with just a fourteen year old in tow, madison knew she was going to need to find some people her own age to help her transition to the next phase of her life. upon moving into heartsdale, she put up wanted roommates signs in the local bars, coffee shops and online.
madison and logan have been in town since 2020, and [ YOUR MUSE ] has been there for [ UP TO PLAYER ] years with them. their dynamics are open, and this connection is open to friendship, frenemies, enemies, romantic interests, etc. ! please feel free to DM for more information if desired.
her roommates are open for connections with any faceclaims who can fit the 25 - 30 age range.
currently [ 2 / 2 ] spots open !
current roommates :
full name : madison louise foley
birthdate & zodiac : march 6, 1996 & pisces
gender & pronouns : woman & she/her
sexuality : lesbian ( recently come out )
occupation : assistant cheer coach at heartsdale high school
hometown : prescott, ga ( roughly three hours from atlanta )
family : james foley ( father - deceased ), amelia foley ( mother - deceased ), melissa foley ( 29, older sister - estranged ), logan foley ( 15, younger sister - madison is the current caretaker )
deeper dive //
alignment : lawful neutral
myers briggs : isfj - the defender
hobbies :
gardening - a hobby left over from days with her mother, madison loves to plant flowers and spends most weekend afternoons turning the small home she and logan have moved to into an oasis as best she can. she’s also started growing vegetables and herbs for their own personal cooking.
running - while she started running for cheer back in middle school, she often wakes up early to go for a run while the sun is rising. she likes the feeling of her feet on the pavement and absolutely loathes gyms - she’d prefer to run outside. she also has to keep in shape for her job, which means she spends a lot of time doing yoga and keeping up with health trends to make sure they’re healthy for her girls.
drawing - though not a strong talent, madison took a couple of art classes at ug and has developed an adoration for putting on headphones, pulling out a sketchpad and drawing whatever comes to her mind - often time just doodles and song lyrics that speak to her, but she’s also fond of drawing profiles of people she finds interesting and, of course, flowers. it’s another thing that reminds her of both her mother and her older sister, melissa, as it was a talent they both shared.
reading - as a quiet kid, madison always inhaled books to keep from having to spend much time with others if her best friend wasn’t around. nowadays, she doesn’t get as much of a chance to read, but still tries to keep as many books on hand as she can. the home she’s found for her and logan is littered in books of all kinds, because logan is also a bookworm.
favorites :
food - grilled cheese & tomato soup.
drink - she loves smoothies ( very berry preferably ) but usually just drinks bottled water
movie - jennifer’s body
song - ‘drops of jupiter’ cover by taylor swift ( original by train )
color - yellow & green
habits :
doesn’t smoke / drinks socially / very rare recreational drug use
nervous ticks include shuffling her feet, rolling on her heels, and general movement to avoid eye contact
loves :
fairy lights, polaroids, smoothies, loud music, cherry chapstick, scary movies, snapchat filters, cold weather, hoodies, freshly baked brownies, the color yellow, dogs, second hand books, lavender, sour gummy worms, and quiet nights drawing on the floor
fears :
being ostracized, hell, herself
talents :
cheerleading, running, gardening, cooking, and touching her nose with her tongue
appearance //
height : 5′8″
tattoos : a small cherry blossom on her right hip in remembrance of her mother
scars : appendix removal from childhood, chicken pox scar on right knee
piercings : ears ( generally just wears studs ) and navel piercing ( usually just a gem, sometimes wears dangling fun rings when she can find them )
hair : dark, medium length ( just below shoulders ) usually straightened in a ponytail, messy bun or two buns on either side.
fashion :
clothes - a lot of yoga pants / leggings and crop tops, low waisted jeans or skater skirts with knee high socks. she dresses comfy with flashes of skin showing but never all of it - her belly is often the most she’ll expose with longer sleeves or pants. if wearing a skirt she’ll wear a longer shirt to cover her stomach. she loves hoodies and jackets and being warm.
shoes - converse, almost always, unless she’s on a run or at work in which she wears her running shoes. she has tons of sneakers from years of cheer and being active, and switches to her play shoes ( converse / keds sometimes ) as soon as she’s not working out. very occasionally will wear ballet flats. never wears heels.
bio //
madison foley was born in the small suburban town of prescott, georgia to a former navy captain turned pastor and the wife he found for himself while stationed in japan. the middle of three girls, madison was the quiet one - her older sister melissa was rambunctious, sneaking in and out of the house and getting in trouble, and her younger sister logan didn't come along until madison was nearly ten years old herself.
but while melissa paved the way through chaos and destruction, madison found herself following a more ‘traditional’ childhood. her best friend blake convinced her to try out for the cheerleading squad in middle school, and by the time they graduated high school, the two were the captains, running their small school with a reign of girly terror and mild bullying. it wasn’t the best look for either of them, but both were hiding secrets, and lashing out was easier than accepting what they were - to themselves, or to each other.
but when college came and blake went off to california, madison stayed closer to home - she attended the university of georgia on a cheerleading scholarship, studying communications and trying to come to terms with who she was. being raised in a small southern town to a bigoted pastor meant she had kept her yearnings a secret for years - but college gave her freedom, and with it, the chance to be herself. she found herself a girlfriend, and for most of college the two dated happily for almost three years before separating upon their graduation date. she could have gone anywhere afterwards - she debated packing up and chasing after her blake, her feelings finally clear to her, but instead she found a home in a place not that far from where she grew up.
it was an accident that led her to being in charge of her sister, and logan was starting high school. she was almost an identical match to their estranged older sister, despite barely knowing her, and madison suddenly has her hands full with raising a 14 year old. in the year since she’s taken her in, the two have found a small semblance of comfortability - madison can’t be a parent, but she can be a sister, and she’s doing everything she can to do her best by logan. while the two are close, they’re both trying to live their own lives - despite being around each other nearly twenty four seven ( logan does, after all, go to the high school madison coaches at ), madison is trying to give her the space to grow into the individual she knows logan will be.
it’s why heartsdale was perfect - nabbing an assistant cheer coach job felt like fate, and while it gives them some distance from where they grew up, it also allowed them to stay close enough to where they spent most of their life.
despite everything, madison's happier than she's been....ever, really. she's still learning to be comfortable in her own skin, but in heartsdale she can finally really spread her wings, metaphorically, and find herself a family that makes her feel good - inside and out.
i was waiting on the pizza delivery guy to call me to say my pizza is here and when my phone rang i accidentally answered with “Pizza?” instead of hello and he replied “yes this is pizza”
the girl who sits next 2 me in English keeps inviting me over to study but we just end up watching movies and she wrote "love u" on my annotation of a poem and she wants to take me to a vegan cafe. how do I ask her if she's gay
the women in my family are always angry about something. the women in my family drink wine with breakfast instead of coffee. the women in my family don’t want to talk about it. the women in my family see ghosts everywhere. the women in my family can’t decide if birds are a sign of death or luck. the women in my family are secret-keepers. the women in my family never tell the whole truth. they know what the truth does to women. they take everything to the grave.
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