( florence pugh / 29 / she + her ) sequins and starlight, penelope ‘penny’ hainline twirls onto the stage of elias. the performer carries threads spun from broken mirrors, champagne bubbles, and a silver spoon she refuses to let tarnish. her crown glitters with rhinestones and cracks, each flaw catching the light like a spotlight desperate to stay lit. she is shadowed by a promise whispered in velvet: ❛ the brightest star may not burn the longest, but even fading light can rewrite the sky. ❜ only time will tell if the drama queen of elias will rise in ovation or crumble under her own performance.
full name: penelope “penny” hainline. nickname: penny, piggy (affectionately or mockingly). age: 29. dob: july 24th. occupation: performer & waitress. species: human. languages: english, french. hometown: manhatten, new york city, new york. hair color: blonde. eye color: hazel-green. status: taken (barley lightfoot). notable scars: faint line on her shoulder from the battle with maleficent’s forces, usually hidden by sequins. character song: “applause” – lady gaga
positive: ambitious, magnetic, resilient, witty. negative: stubborn, vain, dramatic, morally flexible. moral alignment: chaotic neutral. deadly sin: pride (with envy as a close second). element: fire. emotional stability: mercurial — highs are dazzling, lows are catastrophic. alcohol use: social, often tied to after-show parties or to drown flopped auditions. prone to violence?: no, but she knows how to throw a drink in someone’s face. drives / motivations: fame, validation, keeping her place in the spotlight, writing her own destiny. character parallels: satine (moulin rouge!), cassie howard (euphoria), miss piggy (the muppets), roxie hart (chicago)
Lights, camera, chaos. Now rolling: The Life and Times of Penelope Hainline in Elias. Sequins, glitter, spotlights—everything you’d expect from a picture-perfect production. Glamorous? Not quite. This is Penny’s story, after all. And every time it’s supposed to be her big break, the universe throws a wrench or three into her story. The curtains rise, and like clockwork, everything unravels. Some say it’s karma paying her a visit, a little payback for how she used to treat people. But Penny? She says karma can kick rocks. She writes her own destiny, thank you very much. Headstrong to her core, she was sure her move to Elias would mark her rise to the top. Instead? Let’s just say things haven’t exactly gone according to plan. Still, one truth remains: the show must go on.
After the rise and fall of Maleficent, Penny’s view of the world shifted. Maybe for the better—but who’s really to say? Deep down, she’s still the same stubborn girl she’s always been, only now she’s softened… for a few select people. Chief among them: Barley Lightfoot. Her boyfriend, her anchor—the one who stood by her through the battle and everything that followed. They don’t always see eye to eye, especially when it comes to the Underland and Renegades but Penny’s trying to be more understanding.
Being born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she’s determined to keep it there, even if it means bending her morals to get ahead. Now, as she chases the spotlight on the big city stage of Elias, Penny’s heart wrestles with a growing truth: what shines the brightest isn’t always what’s right.
connection ideas:
stage partners — fellow performers she sings, dances, or competes with for roles.
backstage confidants — makeup artists, tech crew, or fellow waitstaff who see the real penny when the lights go out.
found family — those who stick with her through chaos and glitz alike.
past flings — glamorous, messy, and usually short-lived.
audition rivals — fellow performers competing for the same spotlight.
ex-friends — people burned by her stubborn streak in the past.
critics — patrons or reviewers who drag her name, fueling her stubborn ambition.
wealthy benefactor — someone who bankrolls her performances, for better or worse.
underground admirer — a shady figure from the underland who is inexplicably enchanted by her shine.
platonic partner-in-chaos — a friend just as dramatic and headstrong, always ready to cause trouble with her.
voice of reason — someone who challenges her vanity and calls her out when she spirals.
future betrayer — an ally she trusts now who may one day sell her out.
——— The sun had risen as it always did, casting a bright glow as it creeped through the window of the apartment they shared. There was nothing out of the ordinary happening for Barely. He stumbled through his usual morning routine. The only thing that got shaken up was the breakfast he chosen to make. He opted for a bagel this morning as opposed to his usual cereal. He was prepared for another mundane day. Which wasn’t terrible. Barley would take the mundane and boring if it meant there was safety.
Elias had changed drastically in the last year. There were promises of peace but that promise had yet to be followed through. As much as Barley loved this city that had become his home, he knew that realistically for someone who wasn’t magical he couldn’t protect the ones he loves.
Those were thoughts Barley tried not to dwell on too much. All the hypothetical what ifs, it would only caused spiral with no actual solution in sight. It was easier to face the world with optimism. He had run away once when his father was sick and vowed that he would never run away from a problem again.
He had they day off. These types of days usual consisted of spending as much time with Penelope as he could. Their time spent together was rare with Barley picking up more shifts. He loved his job at the comic book shop too much to ever quit but he knew that if he was to give the life Penny deserved, they needed more money.
Currently, he was in the middle of putting laundry away. If his mother could see him now, she'd surely shed a tear. At the sound of Penny's voice, he immediately turned to face her with a smile. It faltered somewhat when she said they needed to talk. Normally, when that was said, the implications weren't good, but Barley did his best to keep anything negative at bay. ❛ Yeah, sure. What's up ? ❜ He asked as he took a seat at the edge of the bed.
Barley hung onto every word that Penelope said. He nodded along, eyes widening some as the realization dawned on him. The opportunity that Penny had been waiting for had finally come. Her big break was finally here.
And it was outside of Elias
Silence hung between them for a moment as Barley digested the information. After a moment, he got up and walked closer to lessen the space between them. The elf reached for his love's face, holding his entire world in his hands. He took a moment to study the features of her face. The glassy look in her eyes made her look even more beautiful. Barley wanted to remember this moment before their lives changed.
❛ It's going to feel scary. It always does when something you've wished for comes true. ❜ Barley was scared to see his dad again after the phoenix gem brought him back, but it was closure that Barley didn't know he needed. ❛ This is what you've been waiting for. Wally's handed it to you, wrapped up all pretty. No more weddings or bars. This is it. This is your moment, and I ... I am so happy the world is going to see the star I already know you are. ❜
penny’s breath hitched when he touched her face, like she’d been holding it in without realizing. her hands came up automatically, fingers wrapping around his wrists, grounding herself in the warmth of him. for a moment she didn’t say anything just leaned into his palms, eyes fluttering shut as his words sank in.
when she opened them again, they were shining.
“you don't know how badly i needed to hear that,” she admitted softly. her thumb brushed over his skin, slow and reverent. “i talked with the agent this morning...”
she swallowed, a small, shaky laugh slipping out. “and all i keep thinking about how this place is where i found you. where i found… me. and i was terrified that wanting more meant i wasn’t grateful for what we built here, bar..”
penny pressed her forehead to his, voice barely above a whisper. “but hearing you say it like that... like it’s allowed to be scary and good at the same time? it's really nice.”
she pulled back just enough to look at him fully, eyes searching. “wally and me talk... you know the guestroom we stayed in for christmas last year?” her grip tightened slightly. “they said we could stay there for a while until we find a place and we start working.”
a small, hopeful smile curved her lips through the tears. “that is if you actually want to come with me?”
closed starter for @oflightfoots , at their apartment.
penny was sitting at her vanity thinking about the call with wally from earlier. she was sat there looking at her reflection, face twisted as she tried to come up with the words. she never really thought it was hard to talk to barley, but she was about to ask him a lot. for a huge change. something she didn’t want to do on her own.
wally called and they had gotten her connected with an agent in los angeles. there was a huge opportunity for her career… but it would mean leaving elias. moving away from where they started their relationship and home.
she was so worried… because what if he didn’t want to go with her?
she picked at the edge of the vanity, thumb worrying over a chipped bit of paint she’d never bothered to fix. the room felt too quiet, like it was waiting on her to mess it up. barley was in the other room, she could hear him moving around, the soft thud of drawers, the low hum of something familiar. normal. safe. it made her chest ache.
penny stood up before she could talk herself out of it. she didn’t let herself rehearse again. rehearsing only made it worse. she stepped into the doorway, watching him for a second longer than necessary, memorizing the way he existed here like this place had grown around him.
“hey baby,” she said first, voice softer than she meant it to be.
she leaned against the doorframe, arms folded tight like she was holding herself together. her heart was pounding so loud she was sure he could hear it. “can we talk for a minute?” she added, already knowing how heavy that sounded.
she crossed the room when he looked at her, stopping a few feet away. close enough to touch, far enough to breathe. her fingers twisted together, knuckles pale. “i got a call earlier,” penny started, eyes flicking to the floor and back up again. “from wally.”
she paused. swallowed. the silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable, and she hated herself for dragging it out. but she needed him to understand that this wasn’t just news. it was fear. it was hope. it was everything tangled together.
“they… they connected me with someone. an agent. in los angeles.” her voice cracked just slightly on the city’s name. “it’s real, barley. like really real. meetings, contracts, all of it.”
she laughed once under her breath, because it still was crazy to say out loud. “it’s the kind of thing i’ve been waiting for my whole life.”
penny finally looked at him fully then, eyes glassy but determined. “and i'm scared..."
penelope had wiggled her way toward the front of the crowd at the tree lighting, chin tipped up, eyes wide as the massive evergreen came to life in a wash of golden lights. she let out a low whistle, impressed despite herself. then, with a sly little grin, she nudged the person beside her. “honestly, it’s a tragedy they didn’t hire me to be the angel on top. i mean. look at that tree. look at me. missed opportunity of the century, right?”
amity liked the holidays more than she wanted to admit. she'd been excited when she saw there was going to be snowmen building and a tree lighting. there was a small part of her that didn't want to celebrate the holidays because it felt strange with people going missing. yet the rest of the people seemed to want to, so who was she to going around being negative? "i think you'd make a wonderful tree topper, yeah," amity laughed, a smile on her face as penny spoke. "you should make sure they know your services are available for next year."
penny laughed, soft but bright, rocking back on her heels. “oh, trust me, i already did,” she said, a little smug. “i told the festival coordinator flat-out that if they needed an angel for the tree, i was their girl.” her smile tilted, playful but sincere.
she glanced toward the lights going up, snow crunching underfoot. “i know it feels strange celebrating…” she admitted, voice gentler. “but maybe that’s why it matters. people need something good to look at.” then she bumped amity lightly with her shoulder. “do you have any holiday plans? the campaign group having a party or something special?”
“i know, right? it’s completely lackluster without me up there.” she sighed, glancing toward her friend. “and i had the perfect silver dress picked out, too.”
penny let her gaze drift back to the tree, lingering for a moment before returning to donnie. “you know,” she said lightly, a teasing brow lifting, “i’m pretty sure you could build me the perfect glitter-tossing machine.” her lips curved, half-joking but clearly enchanted by the thought. “just imagine it.. a glitter gun!”
Donnie looked absolutely delighted at the idea, the gears in his head visibly turning as Penny spoke. “A glitter gun?” he repeated, tilting his head with a crooked grin. “Penny, I thought you'd never ask.”
“Although if I build this thing, you're legally obligated to wear that silver dress and cause chaos. Holiday chaos. The festive kind.” He offered a wink. “Don’t tempt me with a good engineering challenge, Penelope. You know I’ll actually do it.”
“i knew you’d do it!” she cheered, clapping once in delight. “i already have the perfect dress,” penny added, the image forming instantly in her head—silver, sleek, catching the light just right.
she tipped her chin, a giggle slipping out. “silly of you to assume i didn’t already have this planned.” her eyes sparkled as she leaned in, encouraging. “you could totally pull it off.”
a beat then, with a grin: “and really, who am i to stand in the way of the genius that is donnie hamato?”
violet had seen tree lightings before but not to this scale, and when they finally flipped the switch and the crowd was washed in the glow of the christmas lights, her jaw actually dropped.
when the person next to her nudged her, she almost jumped out of her skin. but she pulled herself together enough to answer back: "...not too late i guess, you could still climb it? get some rope, put a little chalk on your palms..." she said with a lopsided smile. then in the moment she turned to look at the stranger, she had to stop. there was a flicker of recognition in her eyes, of a face on a tv screen and the cover of a magazine. "are you...? no. are you? i think —? wait, sorry, whoa —" violet looked away, red-faced. "i did not mean to just stare at you like that, sorry — but, like, in testament to what you said, you really would make a good angel."
penny let out a quiet laugh, warm and a little breathless, eyes still caught in the glow of the lights before she turned fully toward violet. “oh trust me,” she said lightly, “if there was even a remote chance i wouldn’t get escorted off by security, i’d already be halfway up there.”
at violet’s sudden fluster, penny softened, recognizing it instantly. she tilted her head, a gentle smile curving in, disarming rather than dazzling. “hey, it’s okay,” she said. “you didn’t do anything wrong. i like attention.” she laughed.
she glanced back at the tree, then at violet again, voice dropping into something more sincere. “and… thank you. angel’s a pretty high bar. but,” she shrugged, amused. “i’ll take it. are you enjoying the festivities so far?"
Mirabel took a look at the person beside her to confirm whether or not it was the missed opportunity of the century. And honestly?
“You’re totally right,” Mirabel told the other woman, nodding emphatically. “You are the angel this tree really needs. I get what they were going for…but you can’t fake that…‘it factor’. ‘Star potential’. Don’t worry—I know you could’ve been the tree lighting queen.”
Mirabel grinned. “I actually used to dress up as an angel every Halloween. So—not to brag!—I’m speaking from real angel experience.”
She held out her hand for the other woman to shake. “I’m Mirabel.”
penny laughed softly, a hand lifting to her chest in mock sincerity. “finally, someone who understands,” she said, eyes flicking back toward the tree before returning to mirabel with a grin and a little laugh. “you can’t manufacture presence. either you’ve got it, or you don’t.”
at the mention of angel experience, her smile widened, amused and intrigued. “oh, so you’re an expert,” penny teased. “that explains the confidence. i knew i was talking to a professional.”
she reached out, shaking mirabel’s hand easily. “penny,” she said. “i love your name. it's lovely. are you from elias?"
Donnie snorted, half-laughing as he glanced over from where he was adjusting one of his mini drones trying (and failing) to deliver candy canes without dive-bombing into toddlers. He leaned just enough to nudge Penny back with his elbow. “Tragedy is putting it lightly. That tree’s suffering from a severe lack of sparkle and sass, and you? You were literally built to fix that.”
He gestured upward, mock-serious. “I give it a six out of ten. Would’ve been a twelve if you were up there throwing glitter and side-eye like divine justice.”
“i know, right? it’s completely lackluster without me up there.” she sighed, glancing toward her friend. “and i had the perfect silver dress picked out, too.”
penny let her gaze drift back to the tree, lingering for a moment before returning to donnie. “you know,” she said lightly, a teasing brow lifting, “i’m pretty sure you could build me the perfect glitter-tossing machine.” her lips curved, half-joking but clearly enchanted by the thought. “just imagine it.. a glitter gun!”
penelope had wiggled her way toward the front of the crowd at the tree lighting, chin tipped up, eyes wide as the massive evergreen came to life in a wash of golden lights. she let out a low whistle, impressed despite herself. then, with a sly little grin, she nudged the person beside her. “honestly, it’s a tragedy they didn’t hire me to be the angel on top. i mean. look at that tree. look at me. missed opportunity of the century, right?”
the fact that people were going missing wasn't exactly weird to jinu. people went missing all the time and it's not like it was the most alarming thing happening in town. he still had to pretend to be shocked about the missing people—concerned. if anything, he could easily pretend to be concerned about the people in town. he could handle himself if it came down to it.
jinu didn't realize that anyone was talking to him until the voice kept going. "maybe you should start a karate school or something," he suggested. dancing and fighting were more closely related than people realized. "i think if they tried to kidnap you, the best option is to be loud." somehow he didn't think that was a problem for her. "yeah, i've been paying attention to the news. keep your loved ones close, i guess." he did not have helpful advice.
penny blinked at him, a little offended and a little flattered all at once-- classic penny. her arms crossed, chin lifting like she was preparing to deliver a monologue.
“karate school?” she echoed, eyebrows shooting up. “okay, first of all, that’s actually… kind of genius. i mean, i am a purple belt. and i do look amazing in a gi.” there was a spark of pride there. she loved being good at something, loved people noticing it even more. she nudged him lightly with her elbow. “and trust me, if someone tried to kidnap me? loud is my specialty. they’ll return me in under five minutes.”
but something about his calmness made her relax a bit. he didn’t seem scared, and penny fed off the energy around her like it was her morning latte. “it’s good you’re keeping up with the news,” she said, tone softening but still very much penny. “most people around here are acting like it’s just… spooky season.”
she paused, then smirked. “and don’t worry, i’m keeping my loved ones close. mostly because half of them can’t function without me.” a beat. her gaze flicked toward him, just a little curious. “what about you? anyone you’re keeping close?”
maybe it was a way of torturing herself, the fact that rumi couldn't stop looking away from all of the news about the missing people. it was her fault. that was the one and only conclusion that she'd been able to come to - if she could find a way to fix her voice, then they could just seal the honmoon, and try to put all of this behind her... why couldn't it just be that easy?
rumi swallowed her rage and insecurity, catching onto the last of the other woman's words. "oh, yeah, i mean, how can you miss it?" she hoped that she sounded like a normal person, and not someone who was quietly losing her mind about it. but she wasn't sure if she did or not, smile feeling like a grimace. "it is insane. i mean, i don't know, i didn't think this was the kind of place where this type of thing happened."
penny felt the starstruck jolt. like someone had plugged her straight into a glittery pop-music power outlet. but she shoved it down so hard her spine practically straightened from the effort. she kept her face neutral, maybe a little too neutral, like she was trying not to blink too fast or breathe too loud.
“yeah... yeah, totally,” she said, hoping her voice didn’t crack. it didn’t. thank god. “you can’t miss it. the whole place feels… off. like it’s trying really hard to pretend everything’s normal but, uh, plot twist-- it’s not.”
she explained it calmly, maybe a little too casually, like she wasn’t talking to someone whose songs she definitely listened to while getting ready in the mornings.
her eyes flicked to rumi’s face for half a second, then away just as quickly, pretending she was studying the street instead. “but you’re right. this isn’t the kind of place you expect stuff like this to go down.” she let out a small, awkward laugh. “like futuristic town, cute shops, seasonal festivals? it’s supposed to be better since the war, not… whatever this is.”
well, chess could tell immediately that their response to the woman was not the one she expected, her lips pursed as her tone became huffy. it wasn't the first time people reacted to chess this way, and at this point there was humor in it. "karate?" he smirked, knowing it might be best to pretend in this moment that they knew what karate was, but there was a rabid curiosity surrounding how quickly her eyes glared at him. how much further could they go? chess ultimately decided not to try and find out ... for now. best to admit ignorance, not demand information. "my apologies, then. i am not familiar with karate belts."
her response to his question was what interested chess more, anyway. she didn't want to find out? it was the first time they ran into a person who lacked morbid curiosity. it ate at some of these people alive, their curiosity - chess knew this well about humans. not this girl, though - no. she was willing to walk around in ignorance. in bliss. chess wondered if maybe that was the best way to go about this.
"something is strange," was all they could really come up with right away, not used to being asked questions on their opinions. in this world, it felt inappropriate to answer a question with a question - while this was encouraged in wonderland, it came with a negative reaction here. chess considered this for once. who knew if he would consider it again? "i don't think people will know what's happening until it's over," chess admitted. "whatever it is."
penny tipped her head, studying chess like they were some riddle. was it worth explaining the ranks of karate belts at this moment? probably not. her arms folded tighter across her chest, leather boots scuffing against the ground as she shifted her weight.
“well, duh, something is strange,” she murmured, voice low but not unkind. “half the town’s acting like everything’s peachy when it’s… not.”
she exhaled, a soft huff, eyes narrowing thoughtfully at the space just over their shoulder. “it’s just waiting to get blindsided.” her voice softened, barely. “i just… don’t like being caught off guard. that’s all.” penny nudged a pebble with the toe of her boot.
“if people won’t know until it’s over, then someone’s gotta pay attention before that.” she lifted her chin, meeting their gaze again. “might as well be me. i’m not really the stick-my-head-in-the-sand type, y’know?”
——— ❛ you'd karate chop them in the neck. that'll teach them a lesson. ❜ barley stood behind his girlfriend to give the top of her head a kiss. barley had been doing what he could to keep his mind off of the whole missing people ordeal. it wasn't the healthiest coping mechanism. he knew that but what could he do ? if something were to happen he knew that he could defend himself or penny and vice versa.
❛ you wouldn't let them get far and neither would i. ❜ he set penny's iced latte in front of her as he took a seat beside her. in his hands was an energy drink he had been nursing for a few hours. ❛ what do you think they're doing with them ? i wonder ... how long people have been going missing. if it's been a few months they've been hiding it real well. ❜
penelope’s whole posture melted the second she heard barley’s voice, that familiar, gentle tone unwinding something tight in her chest. and when he pressed that small kiss to the top of her head? yeah, that undid her completely. barley had saved her before and she trusted him in a way she didn’t trust many people. he was her nerdy knight, whether he liked the title or not.
his comment pulled a giggle out of her, the kind that bubbled up before she could stop it. “you’re right,” she said, amusement tugging at her lips, “they wouldn’t get that far.”
she turned away from where she’d been standing, grabbed her coffee, and crossed the room to sit beside him. the moment she settled next to him, her head found his shoulder like it belonged there.
“i don’t know…” she murmured, her voice smaller now, thoughts heavy. “i hate to think people are evil enough to keep someone for that long.” she let out a slow, tired sigh. “but you’ve seen how people can be in the underland. nothing shocks me anymore...”
riku stood a few feet from the flickering arrivals board, one headphone tucked in his right ear, the low thrum of music bleeding through just enough to keep him from thinking too hard. his hood was up, hands in his pockets, waiting for his rideshare to crawl its way through the evening surge that was until penny’s rant cut through the station like a flare.
he pulled the single earbud out as she finished her karate monologue, eyes widening just a fraction. "…you know," he said slowly, " i wasn’t expecting to hear purple belt and criminals won’t know what hit them before I got home tonight."
he glanced around the transit hub. benches half-empty. the screens lagging. the hum of late-night commuters, before turning his attention back to her. studying the tension in her jaw and the restless tapping of those boots.
"yeah. i’ve heard the disappearances.” his voice softened trying not to give much away. "don't worry to much about it." he shifted his weight as he spoke, the soft buzz of his music still faint in one ear. "still," he added, tone dipping to something more serious, "you shouldn’t be out here alone at night. not with everything going on..i can wait with you until your ride shows up..if you like "
“well, they always say to expect the unexpected when it comes to me,” penelope breathed out, the sigh slipping from her like she’d been holding it in all evening. everything felt like it was spinning off its axis. people vanishing, council announcements, rumors bouncing off every wall, and here she was, standing in the middle of it all like the universe had personally scheduled her a meltdown.
maybe that stranger had been right… maybe she shouldn’t be wandering around alone at this hour. maybe she shouldn’t be pretending she wasn’t freaked out. maybe she shouldn’t be thinking about the disappearances so hard she made herself dizzy.
“well, buster,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him, “you must know something i don’t, then…”
she tried to play it cool. a classic penny move. rolling her shoulders back, tossing her hair like she wasn’t two seconds from spiraling. “you can stick around if you’d like,” she added, a shrug punctuating her attempt at nonchalance. “just don’t go disappearing on me too. i’ve hit my quota for weird tonight.”
the last month had been a crash course on humanity for chess. dealing with one human girl from time to time was much different from dropping into the human world, and there were moments where he was fighting to blend in. that's where the watching came in. the game of silence.
these people, they would put on a show all by themselves if you let them - and chess did. a person often revealed themselves in their monologues, after all, and the only way chess knew how to learn was to absorb. this woman was no exception - showy - though chess wasn't quite sure why the color of her belt would give her any sort of immunity. a grin spread across his lips as the cat considered sneaking up on her himself.
" i thought this one looked more... " there was a pause as he tried to recall its name, his gaze dropping to the belt she was wearing. " brown. " he smirked as if he hadn't fundamentally misunderstood her point. chess shrugged. " do you think there's a reason for the disappearances? "
it was like a scene from a horror film the way penelope's head turned to stare at the other. if her eyes could have shot fire out of them they would've but instead she was standing there straight lipped and staring at the stranger. "you're so funny." she huffed at her lips turning into a fake smile. "i was talking about karate."
she shrugged at the last question. "i think that there is a reason for everything." she wasn't sure the reason for this exactly. "i'm sure that someone has something really crazy in store... and i don't want to find out." she sighed, "what about you? any theories?"
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——— ❛ wait, hold on he's so cute! look at him ! ❜ luz practically squealed as she ran to the window display. christmas was in full swing in stores. the autumn months already forgotten by november 1st. luz was guilty of rushing in christmas. she had been happily blasting christmas music the last few days. however, she kept it to herself.
❛ i think i need him. actually, yeah i need him. he's freaking adorable. ❜ the little figurine before her was a small little griffin with a santa hat. it was perfect for someone like her. ❛ are you someone who believes comes right after halloween ? ❜
there was nothing more that penny loved than shopping. the mall was her second home next to the stage... well maybe third home if you included her appartment. "he is cute isn't he?" she let out a small laugh as she looked on at the griffin. a creature she wouldn't have known about a few years back.
then she spotted not too far behind the griffin something that was perfect for her. "oh. my. god!!!!" she practically screamed at the sight, "look at her!" it was a white pomeranian ornament figurine. "it was made for me! it's a little lady foo-foo!!"
penny stood with her arms crossed, leather boots tapping a restless rhythm against the floor as she sank deeper into thought. she couldn’t believe what was happening. people actually going missing. and someone as wonderfully talented and beautiful as her? well, obviously she could be a target.
“thankfully, i know karate,” she muttered to herself. “i’m a purple belt… those criminals won’t know what hit them.” her gaze stayed fixed on the wall, jaw set with dramatic determination. “imagine trying to capture me. pfft.” she scoffed, finally turning her head toward the other person. “have you heard this craziness? people going missing? insane!"
