pretty in pink

[mkantawong]

fah yongwaree & she/her/cis woman‷ watch out ,  muan nang 'malee' kantawong has crash-landed into roswell !! they look twenty-three years old and celebrate their birthday on june 12. they are from houston tx, reside in moonbeam gardens and are currently working as nursing student / unemployed . one thing you should know about them is that she’s not afraid to admit she’s spoiled beyond belief. 

BASICS

full name                                            muan nang 'malee' kantawong

age                                                     23

date of birth                                      june 12 1998

place of birth                                    houston tx                                            

star sign                                            gemini sun, cancer moon, scorpio rising

orientation                                         heterosexual

relationship status                           single

face claim                                          fah yongwaree

height                                                  5′2″

hair color                                             brunette

eye color                                             brown

tattoos                                                none!

siblings                                               two older bros

malee is a first generation american. her mother an architect and father a well known plastic surgeon. the kantawong family fell in love with the southern, picturesque texas and settled here when they first arrived in america from thailand, just before malee is born and following the birth of her two older brothers. shortly there after, the family uprooted and moved to roswell, nm. following the opportunity of her father opening a private practice 

 it's no secret that her family comes from money, in fact, malee often makes it known in casual conversation. she's the baby of the family and youngest of three ( with two older brothers in toe ) to say she's spoiled, would be a vast understatement. getting everything she wants with a bat through long, mascara kept eyelashes. 

 although raised in america, she's very much tied to her thai roots. the entire family, especially malee is much about keeping up with appearances - which isn't a tough feat when you have daddy's credit card. currently, malee is attending nursing school with a gentle push from her parents, although she's not sure that's the route she wants to go down career wise. ideally, she'd love to get out of roswell, but the comfort and cushy life her parents have work hard to provide her makes it all the more difficult to leave.

 note: please refer to her as malee! technically that’s not her given birth name, but going by a nickname is part of honouring her thai heritage bc nicknames essentially function as real first names in thai culture <3

[mkantawong]

james allen

“Ha, ha.” The laugh was flat and lazy for even a sarcastic chuckle. “This is serious. What if my future soulmate walks in right now and I don’t know what attachment style I am?” The question sounded like a joke, but anyone who knew James knew that he was one-hundred percent serious. “Because if I’m anxious, I have to fix that. Asap.” James slammed the book shut and checked the price. “They’ve sold me. I’m buying it. What about you? You gonna buy anything else? We can have a little reading date. I wanna break into this book as much as possible.” He asked, looking at the book against her chest. “Why don’t we find you a fun book?” Again, James’ teasing and joking tone counteracted the serious intent: he has already begun looking through the shelves for a fiction book. “What are you into? Sci-fi? Classics? Romance?”

           cue the eye roll . cast in james’ direction , without even an attempt to hide it . ❝ you’re beyond help , darling . ❞ malee wasn’t even aware what an ‘attachment style’ was , nor had she seen it posted on anyone’s tinder bio . it didn’t seem relevant . ❝ i don’t think that’s a real thing . just made up so they’ll sell you on the book , which clearly worked . so we’ve concluded you’re easily impressionable and gullible . add that to the list of things we need to fix . ❞ brunette head shakes , still clutching the book to her chest .  ❝ i don’t have time to read for fun . i need this for an assignment . ❞

[mkantawong]

𝐬𝐦𝐬 › 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 💌 noah

noah: well, that first ain't here just yet.

noah: anyway, what's up?

malee: sure. keep living in denial.

malee: oh , you know. just wondering why i keep texting this one loser

[xkaleidoscopexeyesx-deactivated]

to: Anyone! ( @roswellstarters​)  location: Taka’s birthday party (pool side)

Even if he had only really spoken to a few handful of people, Samuel was having a blast at the party. The music was filling his veins with a rhythm he hadn’t felt in a while, causing his body to naturally sway along with every other song that blared over the speaks, he gave silent kudos to whoever put the playlist together. With a red solo cup in his hand, filled with a drink he’d been babysitting for what felt like the majority of the evening, he makes his way out towards the pool area for a bit of fresh air. As he sits down, barely dipping his feet into the cold water, he hears someone approaching. “Oh, sorry! Was this your seat?” He quickly asks, starting to stand up, “I just saw the first open spot and figured nobody was sitting here. Sorry about that! I guess that’s what they mean by assuming, right? It makes an ass out of you and me.” He pauses, suddenly hating himself for saying that, looking at the other with an apologetic gaze, “I mean, it’s just me. I’m the ass, not you, I didn’t mean you. Uh…right. I’m going to go jump into the deep end of the pool now.”

[mkantawong]

            the look on her face is flashed with more confusion than anything . malee had only stepped out to the yard to get some fresh air - the inside crowded with people , whom she just needed a break from .  she’d hardly approached the edge of the pool when the other began their word vomit ramble . ❝ it wasn’t my seat . i would never sit on the ground and risk ruining my skirt . you’re fine to stay there . whatever’s in your cup , you may want to switch up to something stronger . you seem really on edge for a guy at a party . ❞ 

[taintedmiind]

location: taka’s birthday party! Open: everyone ( @roswellstarters​ )

 Ali walked around the party, hands in his pocket with his camera hanging around his neck. He smiled, at the scene happening around him. He saw a moment that would be perfect to take a picture. So he raised his camera to his face, looking through the viewfinder and clicked on the shutter button to take a picture. At that exact moment, someone stepped into the frame the moment the picture was taken. “Oh uh sorry, I got you in the shot.” He said pulling the picture up and showing them. “I can delete it if you want.”

[mkantawong]

           did she at least look good ?? was her initial thought , but that question was invalid . she always looked good . as long as the scene wasn’t ruined with a lens flare and the unappealing view of endless red solo cups , maybe she’d approve . head tilts , drinking in the photo snapped . ❝ you’re going to put a filter on that , right ?? i look good , so  i’ll let you keep if you have a photo release form . ❞

[mkantawong]

talia kimcthi​

     “ No worries , ” Talia responded , shrugging her shoulders casually while looking at the other femme , who looked a little surprised .  When she reached into her clutch and handed her a crisp bill , Talia raised her eyebrows as Malee said it was for helping her . Looking down at the fifty dollar bill , she shook her head and laughed . “ No , no . You don’t have to pay me , ” she replied and bit her bottom lip , moving her hand to hers so that she could push it away . “ You don’t have to pay me , I was just helping you out . You don’t have ot pay people who help you , you know . I’m doing it because I wanted to . ”

           ❝ it’s fine . really . take it , ❞ the petite woman insists . it’s not as if there wasn’t an ever flowing supply of more . for the kantawong’s money literally did grow on trees . so much so that malee grew up to believe it , but had the family not moved to the states , they likely wouldn’t have been so fortunate . it was not as if malee knew how to thank the girl anyway . manicured nails refuse to move away until the bill is taken , flapping it up and down . lips smoothed together , attempting to refrain from saying that the other could use it to replace whatever outfit she was wearing . she was being helpful after all .

[mkantawong]

𝐬𝐦𝐬 › 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 💌 rose 🌹

rose: of course babe! i wouldn't suggest such a thing and then leave you to go alone!!

rose: you can pick? i think area 51 could be the most fun, though!

malee: i guesss i'll agree to that. only because it's you.

malee: i was there last week and it was sweaty and kinda gross.

[jamesallenroswell]

open to anyone! @roswellstarters​

location: Out of this World Bookstore

connection: could be someone he came here with or maybe his friends ditched him and he accidentally talked to your character!

You never know what you’ll find, with a good book. Sometime you’ll find a good story or a tidbit of knowledge. What James didn’t expect was to find out more about himself. Or at least, he didn’t expect to have an existential pondering in the middle of the bookstore. In his hand, was a copy of Attached. “Huh.” He mused, looking up for a moment, before diving back into the text. As people moved through the shelves, James shuffled out of the way. His eyes never left the book.

“Based off what you know about me…” He could barely unlatch his eyes from the book. Just finish this chapter. His mind would say, if it could speak. “Do you think I have an avoidant, anxious, or secure, attachment style?” It was impressive how fast someone’s eyes could scan a page. “Because I’m definitely looking for the one, but not… Super actively. But I do also think about my friendships and relationships in a little too much detail… But I also want to think I’m secure… Right?” Once his sentence was processed from thought to audible speech, his eyes darted up to the other person. 

[mkantawong]

            a health and assessment book is clutched in her arms , held to her chest as if it were a baby . features don’t mean to furrow so much as james speaks , but you could see the look on her face as clear as day , a look which no doubt said she thought he was crazy .  perhaps it’s because malee hasn’t gotten to read much outside of anything for school lately . biology this , chemistry that . boring . ❝ i think you have an unstable attachment to that book . ❞ judging by a gaze that could barely lift from reading the words scrawled on the pages . ❝ maybe you shouldn’t self diagnose your relationship issues from a book . you’re giving me weird , anxious vibes right now . not in a cute way . ❞

[mkantawong]

𝐬𝐦𝐬 › 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 💌 noah

noah: ohhhh, you shithead. i know you don't hate me . No one hates me. I'm pretty sure that's impossible.

malee: there's a first for everything, noah.

[meyhew]

do u take constructive criticism

i only take cash or credit 

[mkantawong]

talia kimcthi​

     “ You’ve never had to use a washing machine before ?? ” Talia said , her voice laced with shock but then she realized why and who the girl was . She was in the popular crowd and someone that definitely didn’t hang out with someone like Talia back in the day . “ Ahhhh , nevermind . I know why . Guess I shouldn’t be so surprised , ” she said , shaking her head as she got up from her seat and went over to the machine , whom she said didn’t seem to work . Growing up , Talia had to help clean everything , so she knew how to work one . “ Lemme take a look ,  “ she said and did as she told . She made sure that she had filled it with everything it needed and when she had , she found the right program and turned it on , which made the starting noise come on . “ There ya go . ”

          she’s about to say something - about why talia know’s she’s never used a washing machine , or even been to a laundromat before . but it was hard to say something when the other female had done malee a favor . it’s been a long time since anyone out of her friend group or family has done her any sort of favor , and the whole situation has her feeling a bit displaced . ❝ thanks , ❞ the simple word uttered as if it takes a lot out of her . unsure of what to do , malee reaches into her clutch , handing the other a crisp bill . a fifty . ❝ for helping me .❞ she attempts , the bill offered out between them . 

[mkantawong]

𝐬𝐦𝐬 › 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 💌 noah

noah: Sooooooooo... I may or may not have seen your text and then fallen asleep a few minutes later...

noah: Do you hate me? 🥺 🥺 🥺

malee: yes.

malee: but you weren’t doing too hot to begin with, so no loss 🤷🏻‍♀️

[mkantawong]

𝐬𝐦𝐬 › 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 💌 ???

stevie: wanna come spray paintin with me ?? theres this sick abandoned house deep deep in the woods and its already all fucked up anyways

stevie: but i havent been able to place my own mark there yet so like

stevie: wanna keep me company ??

stevie: oh whos this by the way???

malee: that sounds like a terrible idea.

malee: shouldn't you have asked that before inviting someone to hang out with you?

malee: it's malee. who is this?

[mkantawong]

𝐬𝐦𝐬 › 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 💌 RHYS 👨🏻‍⚕️

rhys: alright. we'll see.

rhys: yeah don't worry, you're way too young for me. didn't mean literal date.

malee: and we'll see if your cooking is up to par.

malee: i'm using this as a chance to pick your brain for my upcoming bio exam.

[mkantawong]

brook tumanday​

brook agrees readily. “can’t argue with that.” he shrugs. “i don’t know. you may be older, wiser, and prettier, but i’m good-looking too. i’ve got fans. i’d just do the b2un thing. but hey, i was just kidding. i have no plans to drop out.” simply entertaining the idea is making him panic a little. “how’s school going for you?”

           ❝ you’re a taste for some , ❞ malee finally spits out , brow raising as she spoke .  the corner of her lips edging up ward was quickly hidden by the tap of her pen against glossed lips . like rose , and whatever little groupies followed their band around . he wasn’t bad looking , no . but malee wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing that . not easily anyway . some little bit of her holding on to the icky sixteen year old boy he’d been when they met . ❝ i guess you don’t need an education to be a rockstar . but eventually that will get old and you’ll have nothing to fall back on . school is ... ❞ there’s a pause, and a dramatic roll of her eyes . ❝ great . i’m acing most of my classes . just the amount of work is ... stupid .❞

[mkantawong]

𝐬𝐦𝐬 › 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 💌 SEREN

seren: i don't suppose babysitting for a few hours so that i can absolutely not nap in a hot bubble bath qualifies, right? 😏

malee: it qualifies if you want to end up paying for therapy for your kid after spending more than 10 minutes with me.

malee: i'm not good with kids or babies.

[mkantawong]

victoria adsuar

Vic’s sure she’s losing her touch. What happened to arguing? What happened to exchanging words so sharp they may as well be knives? What happened to pissing someone off so much they go for your hair and end up getting corralled out of the club by a couple of underpaid bouncers? I mean, she doesn’t go out of her way to be exceptionally vicious, not like she used to, but isn’t anybody reactive anymore? “Nothing matters,” she insists with a matter-of-fact shrug, though her bite’s mostly gone, replaced by something. Boredom, maybe. Not by the girl—she’s probably the most interesting person she’s seen all night in her prim little outfit surrounded by the absolute grime of Roswell—but by everything. The challenge is at least a good distraction. She doesn’t smell it, but the colors, even tainted by the dim lighting and flashing strobes are the giveaway. “Gotta be a Bay Breeze or Sex on the Beach. Not the same but… essentially the same.” She grins. “I’d guess the Malibu for the sheer fact that I can’t imagine you saying the word sex to the bartender.” 

           typically, malee was easy to get riled up. born with an attitude twice as big as her body. the silver spoon hanging from her lips and the fact that she was the only daughter, and the youngest of three only helped to fuel her fire. but tonight seemed different. at victoria’s words, she doesn’t spitfire a snarky comeback. the atmosphere is not her usual, and the copious amounts of sugary drinks consumed seem to be helping her tolerate more than just the sticky seats and the sound of the 808 blasting through the speakers. “that’s deep,” is her response. almost sarcastic sounding, but there’s some truth too it.

the guess is pretty spot on, but malee doesn’t know that until she leans over the bar, perking the bartenders attention to ask what this even was. vastly different than her usual, an expensive wine. import preferred and older than her in age. that was her mother’s taste as she’d never come to really form her own opinions around alcohol. “lucky guess - with the sex thing. the drink, not about saying the word. what makes you think i have a problem saying that?”