We were not planning to sign back into this account, but we’re pleased that we did, as we have received an overwhelming amount of positive messages that we want to acknowledge and thank you all for from the bottom of our hearts. While we’re not going to respond to each individual message, your messages all had the same general content, and we want to let you all know how much we love and appreciate you too. For the most part, it was a privilege to run this group and to watch your characters and plots develop.
A second thing we seem to have been asked a lot about, both here at the main page and by the people who know us out of character, is whether this group belongs to us. It does not, though with an incredibly similar plot and general page layout, we can see why you’d think so. We’re actually a little hurt that this group was created with no credit to us or permission sought, as we said we wouldn’t be handing the group over, and other than the location, the group is almost an exact copy of Our Town (amusement park plot and all) and the pages (application, masterlist, rules just to name a few) remind us strongly of ours. We can promise we are not the admins there though, for all of those who have asked. We did think people had more respect for us than to do that.
This will be our last time signing in here, but once more, thank you all for your kind and wonderful messages, and we hope you all have a safe and amazing holiday season, whether you celebrate or not, and that your 2018 is everything you deserve.
Making this post is not only saddening to us, but honestly incredibly disappointing, and above all makes us feel ashamed to know that we have been a home for such hatred that has recently been brought to light. When Our Town was created, the intention behind the anonymity was to prevent drama and host a game that would hopefully be a fun and safe place for everybody, without out of character issues being involved.
For a little while now, we have been receiving complaints about out of character drama, that we have done all we can to try to stomp out, but it seems that, at this point, people are using the anonymity aspect for negativity, which was the exact opposite of our intention, and we feel responsible for not keeping the environment more of a safe and friendly one like initially intended.
What we can only describe as a group of bullies have led us to make the difficult decision for us to officially CLOSE THE GROUP. As admins, and as players ourselves who enjoy our characters and plots, we don’t want to do this, especially because the group is still 100+ characters strong and incredibly active, but we refuse to put any of that above the severity of bullying and rudeness. Since changing character limits and trying to simply talk to people like adults has done nothing, we feel this is our only option.
We will not be handing the group over to anybody, and while we would request nobody takes the anonymity idea for their own groups, we know we cannot stop anyone. However, we will strongly recommend not using it yourself, as this will obviously always be the outcome.
If you wish to continue to play your characters and play out your plots, that is entirely your prerogative, but we don’t want our names or aliases attached to this group anymore, and apologize deeply to the majority who have been nothing but wonderful this entire time. As usual, one small group has ruined it for everyone, and while they don’t really deserve our respect, we will respect their privacy by not naming any names, for the simple reason that we pride ourselves on anonymity and privacy, and will keep that until (and past) the very end.
There are a very, very small handful of people who know who the admins are, and we are hoping that you can show us the same curtsey by not divulging the information to anybody despite the group now being closed, just as we will keep your privacy intact, too.
FULL TIME JOB ●●● Pastry Chef at All About That Bake
WRITER ●●● Salem
↳ A CLOSER LOOK:
Fiorello was the result of another marital affair of Jack Clarington. Fi was born to a poor mother who just happened to be working at a shop that Jack frequented. One thing lead to another, and then nine months later, Fi was born as the product of only a few rounds of sex. His mother, Ava, didn’t want pity or anything rom the Clarington family, so she only let Jack know of the child after Fi was born in her hometown of Corpus Christi, Texas. That’s where he ended up living for the first ten years of his life, before under the stress of her job and the bills, Ava gave Jack and Lillian a date and time to go to the bus station and lo and behold, there was Fiorello.
After that, Fio wasn’t going to hear from his mother again, not even in a birthday card. For the first year or so, Fio felt like a stranger in the Clarington household. He’d heard from his mom that his dad had children with his wife, but hadn’t even known their names up until the day he moved in. Lillian tried to help him adjust, by offering classes at the community center, trying to encourage him to go to after school activities, but not much worked until the child showed an interest in baking. Lillian used the cookbooks in the house to aid in the activities the two would have, and though the first few tries were…barely edible, it got better over time. Jack thought nothing of it, thinking that it would be an interest that would quickly be lost to the child, but that was hardly the case. Fio wanted to learn, and kept learning. Baking became a privilege. It happened only after homework was done, and only with supervision. It was mainly cupcakes and various types of cookies, and only near the end of middle school did it escalate to cakes and pies.
High school was a time of discovery, more than anything else. Fio wanted more ways to express himself and get more comfortable in his skin, so he’d go to thrift stores after school some days and on the first day that Fio tried on more…effeminate clothing, was one of the first times that his heart flipped at the sight of himself in the mirror. Fearing what the Claringtons would think, he purchased the outfit but would hide it, wearing only on the occasional trip to Little Rock with friends on the weekend, which would turn into hanging out at the LGBT youth center all day. Labels weren’t really something that was desired, but eventually Fiorello settled on labeling on as genderfluid. In their senior year they came out officially, meaning that they walked right past Lillian and Jack wearing a bright blue flowing skirt and waited until the end of the day after school for when the two sat them down to talk. It was slightly awkward, but positive all in all.
Once high school ended, they moved forward in life to go to college in Brinkley, using financial aid, picking up any job available, and in senior year, picking up a job at Patty’s Cakes and Confections, first as wait staff, before asking for and working for the job of pastry chef. Fio had continued baking all through school and their skills had advanced substantially, but with pastry school being so expensive, they managed to get by with being self-taught.
(DEATH TW)
It was last October when Fiorello was contacted by his biological mothers parents. That was when he found out that she had died only a week prior, walking across the street when a driver decided to look down at her phone instead of at the street and had hit Fiorello’s mother. He vanished for a few days, only giving his work notice that he’d be gone. He spent a few days in Corpus Christi to see his grandparents and pay his respects, before returning him. Since then, his anxiety has been back almost as bad as it was in high school. In high school it was bad enough to need a therapist and medication, but by now, it’s just the medication that he needs anymore. After over a year, he still hasn’t told anybody, even his dad, that his mother died. He doesn’t necessarily even plan to tell anybody. Fio is normally a very positive and happy person, and isn’t about to take away how people see them.
Welcome to the game, FIORELLO CLARINGTON-ROTIMI! Your application was successful, and we’re excited to begin writing alongside you, Salem. Please read over our checklist before sending in your link, which you should do within 24 hours!
IT’S ALL ABOUT YOOOOU ( ooc ) ♪
MAIN ALIAS: Salem
PRONOUNS: He/Him
AGE: 18+
ACTIVITY LEVEL: 7
WHO YOU PLAYIN’ ?
FULL NAME: Fiorello Gabriel Clarington-Rotimi
PRONOUNS: He/Him, They/Them
FACECLAIM: Keiynan Lonsdale
AGE/BIRTHDAY: 23 & 7/14
ORDER: Fourth
TYPE*: Solo - Half
ORIENTATION: Bisexual, biromantic
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY ☆
EMPLOYMENT STATUS: Full Time
WORKPLACE: Patty’s Cakes and Confections
POSITION: Pastry Chef
HOW LONG?: Two Years
WHO WILL I BE, IT’S UP TO ME ( ic ) ♪
Fiorello was the result of another marital affair of Jack Clarington. Fi was born to a poor mother who just happened to be working at a shop that Jack frequented. One thing lead to another, and then nine months later, Fi was born as the product of only a few rounds of sex. His mother, Ava, didn’t want pity or anything rom the Clarington family, so she only let Jack know of the child after Fi was born in her hometown of Corpus Christi, Texas. That’s where he ended up living for the first ten years of his life, before under the stress of her job and the bills, Ava gave Jack and Lillian a date and time to go to the bus station and lo and behold, there was Fiorello.
After that, Fio wasn’t going to hear from his mother again, not even in a birthday card. For the first year or so, Fio felt like a stranger in the Clarington household. He’d heard from his mom that his dad had children with his wife, but hadn’t even known their names up until the day he moved in. Lillian tried to help him adjust, by offering classes at the community center, trying to encourage him to go to after school activities, but not much worked until the child showed an interest in baking. Lillian used the cookbooks in the house to aid in the activities the two would have, and though the first few tries were…barely edible, it got better over time. Jack thought nothing of it, thinking that it would be an interest that would quickly be lost to the child, but that was hardly the case. Fio wanted to learn, and kept learning. Baking became a privilege. It happened only after homework was done, and only with supervision. It was mainly cupcakes and various types of cookies, and only near the end of middle school did it escalate to cakes and pies.
High school was a time of discovery, more than anything else. Fio wanted more ways to express himself and get more comfortable in his skin, so he’d go to thrift stores after school some days and on the first day that Fio tried on more…effeminate clothing, was one of the first times that his heart flipped at the sight of himself in the mirror. Fearing what the Claringtons would think, he purchased the outfit but would hide it, wearing only on the occasional trip to Little Rock with friends on the weekend, which would turn into hanging out at the LGBT youth center all day. Labels weren’t really something that was desired, but eventually Fiorello settled on labeling on as genderfluid. In their senior year they came out officially, meaning that they walked right past Lillian and Jack wearing a bright blue flowing skirt and waited until the end of the day after school for when the two sat them down to talk. It was slightly awkward, but positive all in all.
Once high school ended, they moved forward in life to go to college in Brinkley, using financial aid, picking up any job available, and in senior year, picking up a job at Patty’s Cakes and Confections, first as wait staff, before asking for and working for the job of pastry chef. Fio had continued baking all through school and their skills had advanced substantially, but with pastry school being so expensive, they managed to get by with being self-taught.
(DEATH TW)
It was last October when Fiorello was contacted by his biological mothers parents. That was when he found out that she had died only a week prior, walking across the street when a driver decided to look down at her phone instead of at the street and had hit Fiorello’s mother. He vanished for a few days, only giving his work notice that he’d be gone. He spent a few days in Corpus Christi to see his grandparents and pay his respects, before returning him. Since then, his anxiety has been back almost as bad as it was in high school. In high school it was bad enough to need a therapist and medication, but by now, it’s just the medication that he needs anymore. After over a year, he still hasn’t told anybody, even his dad, that his mother died. He doesn’t necessarily even plan to tell anybody. Fio is normally a very positive and happy person, and isn’t about to take away how people see them.
Issues regarding Selena Gomez and both cultural appropriation and racism have been brought to our attention, and due to this we have been asked to ban Selena as a face claim. We have added her to the list, and have spoken with the player behind our current Selena character, who has opted to drop their role rather than pick a new face claim.
You can unfollow Emmi Hudson here.
As this is not an isolated incident, especially recently, in which we have allowed face claims that neither us nor the players have known to be problematic, we have found and checked various lists, as well as our masterlist, and made sure we do not have any others that may be problematic.
We take these issues seriously, but in the same token we don’t like having to make an established character change their face claim or drop their role, so we are hoping to stay on top of this issue more carefully going forward, and apologize to anyone affected for any inconvenience.
FULL TIME JOB ●●● Co-Owner of SafeHouse Women’s Advocacy Center
PART TIME JOB ●●● Public Speaker/Women’s Rights Advocate
WRITER ●●● Dazzle
↳ A CLOSER LOOK:
Holly Holliday was not rich, not by a long shot. She surrounded herself with money, though. Men who could satisfy her needs, both financially and otherwise, which is how she wound up pregnant at a pretty young age, carrying twin daughters fathered by some washed up rockstar who actually had money in his account, but who wasn’t willing to stick around. Holly didn’t particularly want a baby, nor could she afford one, but the twins were hers, a part of her flesh and blood, and she had grown attached by the time they were born. Without the means to care for both, nor the support of their father staying with her, Holly reluctantly agreed to pulling a Parent Trap-esque stunt; giving one baby to their father, and keeping the other herself. Dallas, the twin to stay with Holly, was never sure whether it was because of the trauma of losing one of her children, or simply just because she was a natural wildcard, but Holly really didn’t turn out to be the best mother.
No, Holly didn’t neglect Dallas, and would shower her with love and affection whenever she was around, but more often than not, Dallas was left with her grandparents, who fortunately were every bit the loving, supportive system she needed. They made sure their grandchildren knew they were so loved right from the start, and as the first born, Dallas experienced that as the only child for a small portion of time. She likes to think that her grandparents gave her the best start in life that they could on what limited money they had, and will be forever grateful to them for it. They raised her a humble, appreciative and hardworking individual, with impeccable manners. Dallas was always found with a smile on her face, and always happy to help others in any way she possibly could.
When her younger siblings came along, each one loved by Holly but raised by her parents, Dallas loved them more than anything, and was the very definition of the caring, protective big sister right from the start. Both a blessing and a curse of her position as the eldest, however, was that Dallas would be trusted with things she didn’t necessarily want to know, but that she knew she needed to, and was grateful to be trusted with such a responsibility. Dallas had never been very into material things, taught by example that they just weren’t necessary, but she didn’t realize until her early teens just how terrible her family’s financial position was when she accidentally walked in on her grandmother crying at their tiny dinner table one afternoon with her grandfather’s arm around her, and the two talking about their money worries. Thirteen year old Dallas gently made her presence known, as well as what she’d heard, and her grandparents began to let her in on the severity of the situation. Dallas found herself her very first babysitting job the very next day.
Their financial struggles would not stop there, though. It was only a year later that Dallas came face to face with her twin sister for the very first time. Well, second time… But how many babies remember meeting another baby, right? Having never known their father, his passing didn’t have much of an impact on Dallas, but it meant her sister had been left essentially orphaned until Holly received the call explaining what’d happened. Dallas had always been aware of her twin’s existence, but afraid of upsetting her mother, knew better than to ask too much about her. Outside of the name Delila, she didn’t know very much else. Meeting her for the first time was, for lack of a better term, weird. Like looking into a strange, moving mirror, but ever the caring, compassionate little girl, Dallas accepted Delila into the family with open arms, doing all she could to help her adjust to life with their grandparents and siblings.
Especially now that there was one more mouth to feed in the Holliday household, ever since her first job, there was never a time that Dallas was without work. The moment she was old enough, she landed herself a job at a local diner. She worked more hours than someone of her age maybe should’ve, which made juggling both that and school difficult, but Dallas did it without complaint. If she could pay her way and help out her grandparents, there really was no question. Instilled with drive and passion, she began to figure out her future, knowing she had to make something of herself. She had to be able to give back to her grandparents for all of their love and their sacrifices, and she had to set an example to her younger siblings. Her future really wasn’t a hard one to decide on, of course.
A generally kind and giving (if not incredibly sarcastic, but that’s another story) person by nature, Dallas’ dreams were to help people. To be a voice for everybody who couldn’t be that voice for themselves. Raised in a small, very backward town, she’d seen inequality firsthand. Being a woman in Cotton Plant, you were still considered a second class citizen, and that’d, rightly so, never sat well with Dallas. She wanted to use her assertiveness, and the gift she’d been blessed with to really talk, to fight for what others couldn’t. She wanted to fight for equality, whether that be gender, sexuality, race, religion, etc. The list was pretty infinite, and much bigger than one little girl from Cotton Plant, Arkansas, but that wasn’t enough to stop her. Working so hard at the diner and various other small side jobs during high school meant that she didn’t have the perfect GPA, though, so Dallas knew a scholarship wasn’t in the cards for her. She did want to go to college, though, so she applied all the same, and began majoring in Women’s Studies at Arkansas State, with a minor in Public Speaking.
Dallas didn’t want to study anywhere too far away from home, because she wanted to be able to continue to help her family. However, her small jobs just weren’t cutting it, not alongside the money she was paying for school, so Dallas had to think of something else. It went against everything she stood for, and made her feel like a fraud as far as her future dreams, but when she ended up in a darker part of the internet than intended in search of money making ideas, and stumbled upon the idea of working adult films, the prospect of the money and ability to continue to help out her grandparents and siblings was too tempting for her not to do it. So, for the next four years, Dallas starred in sleazy porn movies, having sex with both men and women for money. It was perhaps even more disgusting that she identifies as gay herself, and that plenty of men from her hometown would’ve been against the idea of her dating a girl, but having sex with one on camera for their pleasure? No problem.
Other than the awful way women in the porn industry were treated—the things people, even the producers who were supposed to be looking out for their workers would say were humiliating and degrading—Dallas got away after her four years there mostly unscathed, and made it through college without anybody finding out. Or if they did know, they never mentioned it to her. The same could not be said for other women in the profession, though. Dallas had seen some treated in the most demoralizing way, like animals, and while she couldn’t do too much about it then other than yell, it fueled her need fix the world, to fight for equal rights, to make the world a better and safer place for everyone.
She didn’t know exactly how it happened, how a little girl with a big voice from a poor family from Cotton Plant, Arkansas made it into the big leagues, but after working her butt off with the council, Dallas begun to climb the ladder, and before she knew it, she was 26 years old and talking in front of huge crowds, sometimes even televised, about women’s rights and worldly improvements. She never relocated, but did travel, and made a very nice amount of money doing what she did. She would’ve never considered herself rich, but she was comfortable, and things seemed to be going well for her. Her job was tiring and it was stressful; one day, she’d be hanging out with her family in Cotton Plant, the next she’d be on a flight to California to talk at a big conference. People were hearing her voice, though. She was making a difference, and that was what mattered.
[SEXUAL ASSAULT TW]
Dallas never really thought about her past. She didn’t care to dwell on her own dark secret, the industry in which she’d made the money to support herself through college. However, apparently something like that doesn’t just go away because you try to lock it in the back of your mind, something Dallas found out the hard way. She was out of state for a conference, and someone staying in the same hotel as her recognized her from one of his “favorite films.” It didn’t matter that Dallas fought, or told him she wasn’t interested, he made sure he got into her room and got exactly what he wanted. He also felt justified by telling her, “I’ve seen you do this on camera plenty of times, you love it.” Dallas had never felt quite so broken or so violated. The only thing that could make it worse was seeing a positive pregnancy test about three weeks later. Never secretive about her very homosexual sexuality, she didn’t even try to lie about what happened. She had not willingly slept with a man, but now she was carrying his child, and people would hear about it.
Now a mother to a beautiful three year old girl, Paige, Dallas feels guilty for ever even entertaining the idea of terminating her pregnancy. It had been a very brief thought, but one she couldn’t bring herself to do, and Dallas is so grateful that she didn’t go through with it, because her daughter really is her world. Her second baby, though, is her company, set up with a close friend, Addie. Addie, a Stripper, reached out to Amber after learning about one of her movies. They discussed everything they’d dealt with in the industry, and always wanted to work together to provide the kind of safe space for others in the position they both had been in. It was a pipe dream until Paige was born, then Dallas learned of Addie’s similar assault, and they decided to make their dream a reality.
Using money they’d both accumulated over the years, from both sex work and other areas, SafeHouse Women’s Advocacy Center, located just outside of Cotton Plant, was born. SafeHouse is that safe space for women, no matter their background, but with a big focus on those in the sex industry. There, they provide help with health checks, general advice, free products to promote safe sex such as condoms and, from outside funding, help paying for birth control and things of the like. They’re also a place to just escape and to talk, and recently, they recruited the help of Addie’s brother who works in law to help in giving legal advice to the women at the center. It’s safe to say that this is not what Dallas pictured her life to be like, but when she really thinks about it, she’s in a stable financial position, able to help her family, has what she would consider the perfect daughter, and is acting to help women the way she always wanted to. With that all taken into account, she couldn’t actually ask for anything more.
Welcome to the game, DALLAS HOLLIDAY! Your application was successful, and we’re excited to begin writing alongside you, Dazzle. Please read over our checklist before sending in your link, which you should do within 24 hours!
IT’S ALL ABOUT YOOOOU ( ooc ) ♪
MAIN ALIAS: Dazzle.
PRONOUNS: She/Her.
AGE: 25+.
ACTIVITY LEVEL: 6/10.
WHO YOU PLAYIN’ ?
FULL NAME: Dallas Blaise Holliday.
PRONOUNS: She/Her.
FACECLAIM: Shay Mitchell.
AGE/BIRTHDAY: 29 & 06/26.
ORDER: First.
TYPE*: Twin to second.
ORIENTATION: Homosexual/Homoromantic.
*are they the first/second twin, triplet, quad, quint, etc?
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY ☆
all should work, whether they’re in school or not.
EMPLOYMENT STATUS: Full Time & Part Time.
WORKPLACE: SafeHouse Women’s Advocacy Center & Various seminars throughout the country.
POSITION: Co-Owner & Public Speaker/Women’s Rights Advocate.
HOW LONG?: About two years & Six years.
WHO WILL I BE, IT’S UP TO ME ( ic ) ♪
Holly Holliday was not rich, not by a long shot. She surrounded herself with money, though. Men who could satisfy her needs, both financially and otherwise, which is how she wound up pregnant at a pretty young age, carrying twin daughters fathered by some washed up rockstar who actually had money in his account, but who wasn’t willing to stick around. Holly didn’t particularly want a baby, nor could she afford one, but the twins were hers, a part of her flesh and blood, and she had grown attached by the time they were born. Without the means to care for both, nor the support of their father staying with her, Holly reluctantly agreed to pulling a Parent Trap-esque stunt; giving one baby to their father, and keeping the other herself. Dallas, the twin to stay with Holly, was never sure whether it was because of the trauma of losing one of her children, or simply just because she was a natural wildcard, but Holly really didn’t turn out to be the best mother.
No, Holly didn’t neglect Dallas, and would shower her with love and affection whenever she was around, but more often than not, Dallas was left with her grandparents, who fortunately were every bit the loving, supportive system she needed. They made sure their grandchildren knew they were so loved right from the start, and as the first born, Dallas experienced that as the only child for a small portion of time. She likes to think that her grandparents gave her the best start in life that they could on what limited money they had, and will be forever grateful to them for it. They raised her a humble, appreciative and hardworking individual, with impeccable manners. Dallas was always found with a smile on her face, and always happy to help others in any way she possibly could.
When her younger siblings came along, each one loved by Holly but raised by her parents, Dallas loved them more than anything, and was the very definition of the caring, protective big sister right from the start. Both a blessing and a curse of her position as the eldest, however, was that Dallas would be trusted with things she didn’t necessarily want to know, but that she knew she needed to, and was grateful to be trusted with such a responsibility. Dallas had never been very into material things, taught by example that they just weren’t necessary, but she didn’t realize until her early teens just how terrible her family’s financial position was when she accidentally walked in on her grandmother crying at their tiny dinner table one afternoon with her grandfather’s arm around her, and the two talking about their money worries. Thirteen year old Dallas gently made her presence known, as well as what she’d heard, and her grandparents began to let her in on the severity of the situation. Dallas found herself her very first babysitting job the very next day.
Their financial struggles would not stop there, though. It was only a year later that Dallas came face to face with her twin sister for the very first time. Well, second time… But how many babies remember meeting another baby, right? Having never known their father, his passing didn’t have much of an impact on Dallas, but it meant her sister had been left essentially orphaned until Holly received the call explaining what’d happened. Dallas had always been aware of her twin’s existence, but afraid of upsetting her mother, knew better than to ask too much about her. Outside of the name Delila, she didn’t know very much else. Meeting her for the first time was, for lack of a better term, weird. Like looking into a strange, moving mirror, but ever the caring, compassionate little girl, Dallas accepted Delila into the family with open arms, doing all she could to help her adjust to life with their grandparents and siblings.
Especially now that there was one more mouth to feed in the Holliday household, ever since her first job, there was never a time that Dallas was without work. The moment she was old enough, she landed herself a job at a local diner. She worked more hours than someone of her age maybe should’ve, which made juggling both that and school difficult, but Dallas did it without complaint. If she could pay her way and help out her grandparents, there really was no question. Instilled with drive and passion, she began to figure out her future, knowing she had to make something of herself. She had to be able to give back to her grandparents for all of their love and their sacrifices, and she had to set an example to her younger siblings. Her future really wasn’t a hard one to decide on, of course.
A generally kind and giving (if not incredibly sarcastic, but that’s another story) person by nature, Dallas’ dreams were to help people. To be a voice for everybody who couldn’t be that voice for themselves. Raised in a small, very backward town, she’d seen inequality firsthand. Being a woman in Cotton Plant, you were still considered a second class citizen, and that’d, rightly so, never sat well with Dallas. She wanted to use her assertiveness, and the gift she’d been blessed with to really talk, to fight for what others couldn’t. She wanted to fight for equality, whether that be gender, sexuality, race, religion, etc. The list was pretty infinite, and much bigger than one little girl from Cotton Plant, Arkansas, but that wasn’t enough to stop her. Working so hard at the diner and various other small side jobs during high school meant that she didn’t have the perfect GPA, though, so Dallas knew a scholarship wasn’t in the cards for her. She did want to go to college, though, so she applied all the same, and began majoring in Women’s Studies at Arkansas State, with a minor in Public Speaking.
Dallas didn’t want to study anywhere too far away from home, because she wanted to be able to continue to help her family. However, her small jobs just weren’t cutting it, not alongside the money she was paying for school, so Dallas had to think of something else. It went against everything she stood for, and made her feel like a fraud as far as her future dreams, but when she ended up in a darker part of the internet than intended in search of money making ideas, and stumbled upon the idea of working adult films, the prospect of the money and ability to continue to help out her grandparents and siblings was too tempting for her not to do it. So, for the next four years, Dallas starred in sleazy porn movies, having sex with both men and women for money. It was perhaps even more disgusting that she identifies as gay herself, and that plenty of men from her hometown would’ve been against the idea of her dating a girl, but having sex with one on camera for their pleasure? No problem.
Other than the awful way women in the porn industry were treated—the things people, even the producers who were supposed to be looking out for their workers would say were humiliating and degrading—Dallas got away after her four years there mostly unscathed, and made it through college without anybody finding out. Or if they did know, they never mentioned it to her. The same could not be said for other women in the profession, though. Dallas had seen some treated in the most demoralizing way, like animals, and while she couldn’t do too much about it then other than yell, it fueled her need fix the world, to fight for equal rights, to make the world a better and safer place for everyone.
She didn’t know exactly how it happened, how a little girl with a big voice from a poor family from Cotton Plant, Arkansas made it into the big leagues, but after working her butt off with the council, Dallas begun to climb the ladder, and before she knew it, she was 26 years old and talking in front of huge crowds, sometimes even televised, about women’s rights and worldly improvements. She never relocated, but did travel, and made a very nice amount of money doing what she did. She would’ve never considered herself rich, but she was comfortable, and things seemed to be going well for her. Her job was tiring and it was stressful; one day, she’d be hanging out with her family in Cotton Plant, the next she’d be on a flight to California to talk at a big conference. People were hearing her voice, though. She was making a difference, and that was what mattered.
[SEXUAL ASSAULT TW]
Dallas never really thought about her past. She didn’t care to dwell on her own dark secret, the industry in which she’d made the money to support herself through college. However, apparently something like that doesn’t just go away because you try to lock it in the back of your mind, something Dallas found out the hard way. She was out of state for a conference, and someone staying in the same hotel as her recognized her from one of his “favorite films.” It didn’t matter that Dallas fought, or told him she wasn’t interested, he made sure he got into her room and got exactly what he wanted. He also felt justified by telling her, “I’ve seen you do this on camera plenty of times, you love it.” Dallas had never felt quite so broken or so violated. The only thing that could make it worse was seeing a positive pregnancy test about three weeks later. Never secretive about her very homosexual sexuality, she didn’t even try to lie about what happened. She had not willingly slept with a man, but now she was carrying his child, and people would hear about it.
Now a mother to a beautiful three year old girl, Paige, Dallas feels guilty for ever even entertaining the idea of terminating her pregnancy. It had been a very brief thought, but one she couldn’t bring herself to do, and Dallas is so grateful that she didn’t go through with it, because her daughter really is her world. Her second baby, though, is her company, set up with a close friend, Addie. Addie, a Stripper, reached out to Amber after learning about one of her movies. They discussed everything they’d dealt with in the industry, and always wanted to work together to provide the kind of safe space for others in the position they both had been in. It was a pipe dream until Paige was born, then Dallas learned of Addie’s similar assault, and they decided to make their dream a reality.
Using money they’d both accumulated over the years, from both sex work and other areas, SafeHouse Women’s Advocacy Center, located just outside of Cotton Plant, was born. SafeHouse is that safe space for women, no matter their background, but with a big focus on those in the sex industry. There, they provide help with health checks, general advice, free products to promote safe sex such as condoms and, from outside funding, help paying for birth control and things of the like. They’re also a place to just escape and to talk, and recently, they recruited the help of Addie’s brother who works in law to help in giving legal advice to the women at the center. It’s safe to say that this is not what Dallas pictured her life to be like, but when she really thinks about it, she’s in a stable financial position, able to help her family, has what she would consider the perfect daughter, and is acting to help women the way she always wanted to. With that all taken into account, she couldn’t actually ask for anything more.
Due to a mix up on our part with faceclaim changes, we will be reopening Amber Evans and reaccepting the player into the Holliday family as a twin to Delila, both using Shay Mitchell as a faceclaim. While we do not usually accept child plots for under thirties, because the two characters were different ages to begin with and Amber’s child plot was already approved, we have allowed the players to make the twins 29, while keeping Amber’s plot. We apologize profusely to the two players, and of course for any disruption caused.
PART TIME JOB ●●● Maintenance at Garden of Eden Spa
WRITER ●●● Pesto
↳ A CLOSER LOOK:
Jorge was only 4 years old when he was adopted by the Applebaum’s. His mother had tried to care for him and his younger siblings, two baby girl twins, but without another parent, and limited work, she resorted to working as a prostitute. Jorge was 3 when she was arrested, and charged with neglect to boot. Jorge and his sisters were put into the system, and while everyone wanted babies and his sisters were adopted pretty quickly, he bounced around for a year before he found his home with the Applebaums.
It took him a while to adjust to his new life, to the constant love and supervision, and the constant food. When he did adjust, he became a pretty happy kid, never one to start fights, or act out. He was, for the most part, pretty well adjusted.
However, he never really got in school. He wasn’t dumb, but there were things that just didn’t always click with him. He struggled a lot to find his way and had to have tutors pretty much the entire time he was in school. This made college pretty much out of the question for him.
Instead, he enlisted at 18. It wasn’t a decision he made on a whim, and in fact, it was one that he discussed thoroughly with his parents. He joined the marines, and it all finally clicked for him, it was where he was supposed to be. He was enlisted until he was 25, doing two tours over seas, he spent a year in Afghanistan and a year in Iraq, with a year off at his marine base in North Carolina in between. When he was finally discharged, it was an honorable one. He could have continued his contract, but decided it was time to come home.
The marines taught him unimaginable lessons, but he missed his family, and knew it was where he was meant to be now, the marines would be waiting if he decided to reenlist. He’s been home for about three years, working as a janitor. It’s a decent job, with decent pay, and it’s stable, which is all Jorge is really looking for right now.
High school was pretty messy for Leon. He hated most people his age and preferred the company of the fifty year old hall monitor or office aides. He eventually landed himself a pretty solid group of friends in his junior year, and he still talks to most of them to this day. He’d even go as far as calling some of them his friends now instead of acquaintances; something he didn’t do when he was in high school. Relationships were pretty much non-existent. Leon had maybe one or two girlfriends and a boyfriend during his senior year. He was pretty much hopeless in the love department, though, and most of the relationships never went anywhere.
Writing was always very important to Leon. It started when he was ten when he wasn’t able to put down a book. He was always picturing himself in whatever his favorite book was at the time, and eventually decided at thirteen that he was going to write a novel before he was twenty. He eventually did, of course, but it was absolutely terrible and he was only sixteen at the time. He went on to write several short stories, but was never able to write a full out novel. Leon forgot about the dream over time and managed to fool himself into believing that writing wasn’t his passion. It was only when he came across one of his old memory boxes that he decided to go after it as an actual occupation.
Sitting at a desk for hours for days on end made Leon go crazy after a year or so, so the job he eventually landed at Honey Buns as a cashier was almost like a saving grace. He was able to get his mind off of everything, and learned how to separate himself from his writing. It ended up making his style so much different, and his process so much easier that it was like he was a different person. In truth, it helped his writing so much that he finished his book after his first month at Honey Buns. He had been working on it tirelessly for a year and had gotten barely half, so the fact that just getting out there helped him that much? That changed his perspective quite a bit.
Personality-wise, Leon is pretty reserved. He gets lost in thought a lot and doesn’t speak much unless it’s something he feels is important. Church talk or your everyday small talk? He’d rather watch paint dry. Social issues, on the other hand? You can’t shut him up. This made his venture to customer service very surprising and difficult. His first week at Honey Buns was pretty bad. He messed up orders, gave back the wrong change and ended up walked away from a customer. After another two or three weeks of adjusting, however, Leon blended right in. He made small talk with the customers, smiled politely and somehow managed not to yell at anyone. He’s definitely getting better even now.
