━━ ◤ ( spilled paints and messy canvas, magical bursts of magic, drinks, and blue ) welcome, hope andrea mikaelson, she/her. before you move in, tell us what you remember: last memory is trying to defeat malivore. excellent, now we are pleased to accept your offer to live starling heights apartments, and your new job as bartender at night moves bar and grill is waiting for you to begin. ( legacies / tvd and danielle rose russell )
Ran by Mara. Ofcamerasflashing, delicqtes, bcnoist, hannahrph, writeyourmindaway
NAME: HOPE ANDREA MIKAELSON
NICKNAMES: ANDREA
BIRTHDAY: May 2nd, 2012. (if you don’t know/they don’t have one, feel free to make one up!)
AGE: 22
PRONOUNS: SHE\HER
LAST KNOWN MEMORY: Needing to turn in order to defeat Malivore and having dinner at The School, Collecting things before she turns.
ORIGINATION: LEGACIES (what fandom are they from?)
FACECLAIM: DANIELLE ROSE RUSSELL
THE DETAILS
FAMILY: Klaus Mikaelson (Father), Hayley Marshall (Mother)
THREE FAVORITE THINGS: ART, FRENCH CUISINE. AND TURNING INTO A WOLF.
EDUCATION: HIGH SCHOOL
SKILLS: MARTIAL ARTIST, MULTI LINGUAL, PAINTER/ARTIST, ETC.
HEADCANONS: (In writing.)
WHAT THEY’RE PLANNING TO DO IN DECIMATION: COLLEGE, MAKE FRIENDS.
gar walked into the bar after his shift at the theater ended. he’d forgotten to bring his usual stash of snacks with him and was starving by the end of the shift. he honestly didn’t have much awareness to him that it was just about closing time for all the other buildings in decimation. his hands rested on the counter and he tapped it anxiously with a sheepish smile. “i am so sorry. i didn’t realize- are you guys closing soon?” he asked while pulling out his phone to glance at the time. “i just wanted something quick to eat. whatever you got, i’ll take.” his phone placed down on the counter, before he added. “i’ll give you a good tip too, i promise.”
❝ Hey. I’m Hope. ❞
Taking note of his order, she couldn’t do any harm by chatting with anyone considering this job was new to her and the whole reason Hope wanted it was because she wanted to mingle.
as organized as stiles liked to believe he was, he was also a walking paradox as he could be a complete spaz. it wasn’t like he wanted to stop in and trouble someone right at the end of their shift. stiles himself tended to lock his office door a solid thirty minutes before shift end to wrap everything up in piece.
“oh god, am i that guy? i’m that guy,” he stated with a defeated huff. “i was just looking for a beer. not too much trouble, is it?”
❝ A beer? Coming right up. ❞
Almost as soon as the request of beer was given? Hope disappeared for a split second and gave him the beer. Leaning on the counter, her elbows supported her on the countertop.
❝ Nice to meet you, stranger. I’m Hope. ❞
Dramatically putting her hand to her chest, lifting her arm to bend it before putting it back on the countertop.
The night is winding down and Leia is looking forward to going home. She does love her job here at Night Moves though, being a server here provides the opportunity to interact with her favorite regulars and meet new people too. Unlike most, she was born and raised here in Decimation. She never fancied the idea of moving to one of the larger cities because there’s something special about this small town. In her opinion, anyway.
Leia just finished talking to one of the customers, walking up the bar since nobody needed anything right now. She smiles when Hope speaks to her. “Speaking for myself, I don’t. You just might be able to finish the rest of your shift peacefully from the looks of it. How often does that happen, huh?” If anyone tried to start trouble then she’ll deal with them but this has been a quiet night.
Laughing, Hope turned, grabbing a glass, starting to mix a drink for herself that she’d pay for on the way out. Hope hasn’t really gotten to speak to anyone else but it was fun to laugh at her other worker’s fire.
❝ You’ve got fire, I can see you’re full of snarky quips. ❞
Forgetting the drink for a minute to offer her hand out. Amusingly pushing her lips together and bobbed her head upwards then to the side, looking at nothing in particular.
“ ah… ” peter’s lab coat is scrunched into a shape shift ball in one hand, backpack falling off a shoulder and the other hand rubbing his forehead with an awkward look on his face. so he’s wandered into a situation. “ actually - this might be weird. i guess you don’t get lots of customers that walk into bars who don’t drink. although, i don’t assume everyone here right now does anyway. i mean i don’t! ”
he’s hopping from one foot to the other, getting more uncomfortable by the second. “ i’m just going to say it. i need to use the gents so, so badly and thought i’d hedge my bets here. i’ll - if i need to get a drink i’ll buy it and you can help yourself to it if you like! ” if it were anybody else you may be able to argue it was the fault of his current state for inadvertently offering her a drink, but peter doesn’t realise his suggestion until too late. “ i mean - only if you like. i didn’t mean it like - goddamnit! ”
❝ It’s that way, darlin’. ❞
A hint of southern accent coating her thoughts. Pointing, she let out a sigh, tilting her head and giving an amusing smile. Peter, who’s name she didn’t know at this very moment in time; was obviously nervous.
“tell me, daughter,“ klaus started as he entered the living room of his home he shared with caroline, approaching his child with an offered drink and a drink of his own. “do you avidly enjoy disrupting your uncle’s calmness? or is it purely accidental that you seem to consistently get on his radar?” he asked, placing her drink down before her as he sunk into his favored chair, bringing his glass to his lips and staring over at her - a hint of a veiled threat, a promise in his words and his gaze. “i’m not so sure you should attend the wedding, i haven’t decided yet and i would love for you to be there, but given your recent attempts at rebellion and general homewrecking, i wouldn’t want anything to go… wrong.” he continued, pained he even had to think on this decision. “but, i am a man of my word and my family is bonded - i just need you to promise to be on your best behavior on that day. including the party afterwards.”
Taking the drink sat in front of her, drinking a bit of it before setting t back down. Hope would never want to disrupt his wedding. Her father’s happiness was her happiness. Even though Hope did like to drop the P on the weekends, there probably wouldn’t even be anything remotely interesting to do. It wasn’t some frat party, it was to support her father finally tying the knot with Caroline.
❝ As long as there’s an open bar. ❞
Laughing, Hope leaned forward just a bit, giving her father a reassuring smile after the fact.
It was late into the night at Night Moves Bar & Grill. Though, Hope was pretty new to this job, she did enjoy serving drinks and mingle with incoming customers. One hand rubbing a towel over the bar counter, she picked it up, about to finish up prior to seeing someone sit down in front of her.
❝ My shift ends in ten minutes. Do you need anything? ❞
Tilting her head, hoping the comment didn’t come out more bitchy than intended.
elijah had heard plenty from klaus about his daughter’s behavior – certainly not what they had expected or hoped, and what exactly lead her to go down that path, neither could be sure. this of course didn’t do much in the way of how much he cared about her, as he did anyone in the family, but it certainly put a strain on what otherwise might have been a healthier relationship. naturally, elijah sought her out in the crowd, careful to step between groups of people without notice. he stepped up behind her and placed his hand on her upper arm to make her aware of his presence. “hope,” he greeted, his voice low so as to keep their conversation private. “i’m glad to see you’ve decided to join the festivities. i trust, of course, that though you cannot respect yourself or the family name, you will respect my place of work. yes?”
❝ I’m having fun. Don’t worry, I won’t get kicked out today. ❞ ㅤ .
Gulping down the already half empty cup of spike punch and heading for another while simultaneously walking next to her Uncle. Laughing at the fact that he was aching for her to respect his work place. The party was want to be fun and Hope had no means of doing any mischief to get kicked out until she’d had enough of the free drinks and mingling.
Being the baby of the Mikaelson family meant that she was the most watched upon. But considering her family was at this event, there would be less dancing on tables half-naked.
“oh..” meg trailed off, her eyes looking the reddened fabric over, “how cute.“ she deadpanned, a smile on her face as she met hope’s eye. “so, any big bad wolves you need to warn grandma about?” they asked, raising a brow - finally glad the fake blood they poured all over themselves had dried. it was definitely going to be a bitch to clean off but it was worth it. plus the combination of biker boots and a black tutu dress thing was fun, especially with the ‘prom queen’ sash that hung loosely over her torso. “i’m only here for the free booze and potential mayhem. when someone’s told not to do something, inevitably some idiot is going to do it.” she reached over to grab a cup and pour some of the spiked punch into it. “so, just waiting it out.”
ㅤ❝ HAD to keep it tame or The Big Bad Wolf might eat me alive. Who do you think is gonna get kicked out first? ❞ ㅤ .
Looking her up and down, smirking, Hope’s lips pressed together, scanning Meg’s outfit more than she should. Bringing a cup to colored lips, gushing down the burning liquid prior to letting it fall in hand by her hips. They weren’t WRONG, most of the people here didn’t have any dignity. But this was a time to have fun and laugh at whoever got blackout drunk before Hope did.
❝ Who killed you, darling? ❞ ㅤ .
Tilting her head and ocean eyes meeting with theirs, smirking afterwards.
JIM KIRK WAS DEFINITELY NO ARTIST. the pumpkin he was attempting to carve really looked more like a victim of roadkill than anything else, but he was enjoying his time too much to care. besides, he got to collect all the pumpkin seeds in a bowl to take home later, and roasted pumpkin seeds were second best only to pumpkin pie. he’d struck up conversation with the person next to him, carving as he talked, squinting every now and then when he convinced himself adding just a little more detail would make it look better.
“i feel bad for not being in a costume,” jim said, “but it’s not easy looking effortlessly handsome, especially on halloween. believe me, i’ve done it all – david beckham, a ring fighter, one of the guys from fast and furious… at the end of the day, i really just look best as me.” he wiped the little serrated carving knife on a towel to clean it of pumpkin guts. “so, my costume is this. me as a bad artist. what do you think?”
Spinning the PUMPKIN around to take a look at the Pumpkin as WHOLE; The Mikaelson let out a breathy laugh, pivoting her head to look at the person talking beside her. Listening to his words carefully, finding them amusing. Couldn’t blame him for thinking he was all that, most of the time HOPE held herself to a higher standard and felt superior to anyone that was around. Picking her knife back up, continuing to carve a frowny face by cutting chunk by chunk.
ㅤ❝ I think you should take some art classes. ❞ ㅤ
Finishing before giving her hand a break, waiting for his response.
