They always wash wounds with pure a l c o h o l in the movies, you see, and this was the next best thing. I’ve just got this r e c k l e s s ache at the centre of me. I’m worried it’s infected. I’m worried it’s s p r e a d i n g to my heart.
saige beaumont. anarchy.
- ̗̀ * ( liana liberato + cisfemale + she/her ) have you seen ( saige beaumont ) walking around las olas ? they are a ( twenty ) year old, and they work for the ( anarchy ) as a ( weapons dealer ) which they have done for ( two years ) . in their spare time they also ( study linguistics/criminal psychology, play bass guitar, irresponsibly spend money ), and can be ( passionate & irrational ), maybe it’s because they are a ( cancer ). they sort of remind us of ( drunk stick n’ pokes at 2am, avoiding cracks in the sidewalk, the familiar riff of an old song ), maybe we can find out more ! ( admin james, 20, est ) * ̖́-
the rumors are true !! i gave in and brought back a baby b/c im frankly nsdkmfg unable to live without saige in my life
general information
full name: saige alouette beaumont
nickname(s): she…doesn’t have any in this timeline but PLEASE, she LOVES nicknames. she’s a nickname slut.
b.o.d. - july 7th, 20 whole yrs old.
label(s): the hedonist, the icarcian, the reveler, etc. etc.
height: 5′7″ thank u very much !!
hometown: thibodaux, louisiana
sexuality: firstly when aren’t my babies bi as FUCK but she also prefers masc-presenting folks
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biography
the fallible daughter of two very infallible people (robert beaumont, US lieutenant general and manon levesque, world renown fashion designer)
from the moment she was born she was thrust into an impossible mold to fill, resulting in skills she couldn’t be damned to know (sewing, ballroom dancing, cooking, violin, piano -- the only worthy skills were how to disarm a man in twenty seconds and how to put a gun together in ten. plus, her handy dandy bass guitar and her forever companion)
they moved from state to state to country to country, never settling in one place for long due to both parents’ careers. because of this, saige found value in befriending only the most interesting people she met in those small time frames
people who inspired her; people who showed her the world was something beautiful and beyond her parents’ strict command (ever since she was a child -- her nannies were bodyguards, bound to protect her despite the many times she’d manage to run away)
a knack for trouble followed her wherever she went -- it attracted to her and she to it. she is tabloid bait; her habits of public intoxication and dating older men
after years of grief from their unruly daughter, they sent her to las olas for her education -- cut all communication except for a hefty amount of cash sent to her accounts monthly. guilt, perhaps? or money to keep her quiet. either way.
little did they know where she’d end up. the world is funny that way. disruption has always been a priority of hers, and anarchy tempted the then-eighteen year old. enough so that she became a member.
with her unlimited contacts from across the world, she’s made a living in anarchy. a home. dealing weapons is her art, only finding the highest grade for her family.
being the girl she is -- the crimson roses also tempted her, though in a different way. her promiscuity has lead to her nosing her way in and familiarizing herself with the other side.
personality
impulsive and self-destructive, though she’s intelligent she more often than not does not think before her actions. alcoholism plagues her, though she is relentless on keeping it a secret. her journey with drugs is a different story: well-known, though believed to be under control.
she’s confident in herself, and her actions -- she is not a threatening person by any means, but she can be sly.
codependent on others to keep her happy, without them she’d be sure to perish
at heart she is still just a kid, navigating through life. her nature is easygoing, her heart big -- she loves too much, and often. stubbornly so. she’s a dreamer, she’s hopeless.
throws her money everywhere, reckless at her best -- doesn’t care much for how she spends her money though she’d be helpless without the endless flow.
stubborn. just...unrelentingly so. once her mind is set, it takes far too long to unset it.
wanted connections
i’m ... not making a list. her wc will be up eventually.
however, please do hit me up ! i do want connections.
y’all sorry i’ve been somewhat MIA these past few days. i don’t got an excuse, i’ve been watching romcoms back to back. ANYWAY give this a like if y’want to plot or if i’m a straight dummy and forgot to post a starter (i most definitely have). and i’ll message u,,,eventually.
in a way that wasn’t very typical of benjy--he’d been looking for delilah since the party had ended; the brunette had not left his mind once, and he’d been lost in the woods after a hike gone wrong the e n t i r e weekend afterwards. perhaps it was soul-searching, perhaps he was bored, perhaps benjy was looking for the witch who’d curse him with images of the girl’s petite frame 24/7. either way--it hadn’t taken long for him to spot delilah on that particular morning, the man wasting no time in heading towards her direction. “hey, hey--sweet thing, wait up!”
“Hey, sorry to bother you, and also sorry for the weird question but, um…” Reece paused, wondering if she should even ask her question. It was ridiculous, and if anybody had wasted her time by asking her for this she’d be annoyed. “Do you by any chance have a condom on you?”
benjy twisted his body ‘round to glance at the lass, a grin slithering its way onto his face as his eyes meet his dear sister’s, “oh, do i got condoms?” for a split second, he considered announcing to the world that the woman needed condoms, ‘cos...comedy, but thought otherwise. as much as he craved the need to be the annoying brother, they’d only known each other for a few years. “my dearest sister, my bloodline is condoms!” unzipping the smaller pocket of his backpack, the curly-haired idiot began to unravel a seemingly never-ending flow of condoms, throwing the condom-rope in the air as he desperately grasped for the bottom of the barrel--err, pocket. this was definitely by no means more embarrassing. nope. not at all.
juniper: you think i’ll be able to raise enough money to fix the damage i caused to the rho pi rho house if i have a fundraiser where i sell t-shirts with my mugshot on them?
juniper: i just can’t wait to get back on campus tomorrow. if i have to have one more lawyer meeting or a dad lecture ? i’m gonna set another accidental fire.
benjy: if u give me back my fuckin flamethrower i will shower u in money
benjy: will they be nickels? and will i b throwing them at u? maybe
hewwo since my hiatus for the weekend begins tomorrow and i have to do a lot of stuff tonight, i probably won’t be getting to my event replies! if we have plotted stuff planned, we can either continue the threads when i return on monday or we can just accomplish what Happened sfdkghj, either way you can find me on discord emo stan#3644 and i’ll be in the gc sporadically! i love u all xoxo
for a moment she just watched the animal wander off before she brought her focus back to him just in time to feel his hand cup her cheek. “it’s probably just the makeup…” she mumbled, looking down she wasn’t really all that confident yet but she was working on it. “but thank you.” she said with a sweet smile, looking back up at him. “i am going to eventually make you tell me where you got that goat though.” she teased, nudging him lightly.
“naaaaah, this is the whole, natural beauty shining out from beneath the makeup thing,” he stroked her cheek with his thumb, grinning ear to ear as he spoke, “no need to thank me, tinkerbell, i’m a man of truth.” benjy inched closer towards her--her lack of confidence being, frankly, amusing to him. “aw, y’don’t wanna hear ‘bout that boring tale, i’ve got a thousand better stories.”
her eyes focused on his grin before she even noticed the goat, even in the dim lights he had a nice smile. then she noticed the animal and she couldn’t help but giggle. “how did you get a goat?” she asked, looking back up at him. “you look nice too thought i’m not sure about the dewy as mountains thing.” she was glad that in the dark he couldn’t see her blush.
he shoo’d the animal off, pushing himself off of the wall he’d been leaning against, “ah, n’ermind that, he’s always been ‘round.” the goat had not always bene around. “aw, nonsense, y’look like ya skin’s glowin’, all fresh n shit. mountains, dew. makes perfect sense!” being the blatant person benjy was--he immediately reached over, cupping her cheek as to emphasize what he was saying.
“Woah, what the hell?” Victoria asked as she saw the goat approach her, causing her to take a step back. The glass of water she’d held in her hand sloshed and spilled on the ground. “And, uh, how is that a fun fact?”
“Ah, no worries! He’sa friendly, at least--that’s what they told me. Does like awfully pretty lasses, though--” Benjy waved a hand nonchalantly, making no moves to contain the goat. “I’m saying the fact and that alone makes it fun.”
normally the line would be drawn with someone invading his space with a punh to the face, or.. him jut moving out of the way, but tj wasn’t able to help the smile he’d been fighting so hard to hide in the presence of beni. tj was nursing a beer awkwardly standing around. this felt a little weird for him, but he was.. slowly unwinding. ‘’flattery gets you nowhere, benj.’’ he says with a playful roll of his eyes, making a face. ‘’ me? got something planned? never.’’ of course that was a lie. but all he could do was smile widely at the male before him.
he only lets out an offended scoff, hand slipping away from tj’s cheek to clutch at his own chest, glancing away with an agape mouth, “flattery gets me everywhere, dear ol’ friend of mine--occasionally county jail--but that’s a place, alright.” benjy pouts, nudging tj with his arm and leaning closer with a loud whisper, “c’mon! tell me--i won’t tell nobody, hell, i’ll help ya--y’eve got devilish eyes, just straight jesterin’ waiting to happen.”
celeste was quite horrified at the sight of the goat. though it was harmless, something about it seemed off for the red head. “how… exactly did you get that animal in here, benjy?” she inquired, unable to process that the security of the university actually lets him to bring a farm animal– or maybe, lil’ fawley-fawley jr. is something that the security doesn’t know for now. “i honestly do not know what to do with that information but– okay, benj. you need more drinks than just one!”
the redhead’s reaction had only garnered a laugh from benjy, lips turning in a devilish grin, “told ‘erryone it was my great nan from wales n had a tarp over it’s wee ‘ead the entire time--” when was benjy going to stop with the poorly done irish accent? it had been weeks with no stop--as if the man wasn’t born in wisconsin. benjy shook is head, another laugh escaping his lips as he grabbed celeste’s chin playfully, “aw, silly gal--i’ve been drunk since ten in the mornin’! i’ve got a liver of the gods, i’ll tell ya--”
Was taking three shots of vodka smart when he was pretty much a lightweight? Not at all. But he needed some liquid courage if he was going to finish his goal by the end of the night. Hook up with as many people as possible. And one person pretty high on that list was Benjy… whatever-his-last-name-is. He walked up to the other man, and stammered as he said, “Hey, B-Benjy!” He was sure he had ruined his shot.
It seemed as if Benjy and Elijah had similar goals that night--Benjy working steadily on his third conquest when the curly-haired boy approached him. Scratch that--now, Benjy was working on his third conquest, the man spinning ‘round on his heels and giving the other a big ol’ grin, “Oi--it’s you, beautiful sonofabitch! How ye’ doing on this fine n fair night?”
delilah was actually having fun, normally she was against partying and going out but she had her cute blue outfit on and the music made her want to dance. plus, she actually knew some people here which made her night much better. as the song changed she took a minute to go outside and catch her breath, which was when she saw the familiar face of benjy. “hey it’s you! i know you!”
@benjymagwitch
“yeah, y’like that, ye bloody bastard?” benjy muttered to the goat besides him, tossing another apple slice towards the animal. it was unsure why he had a goat--or where he acquired an apple--but the man was, well, intangible. it wasn’t until he heard the familiar face that he looked up, a grin lighting up his features--though perhaps that was the dim light of the joint held between his lips. “i know y’too! sweet ol’ delilah, fresh as the roses and looking as dewy as mountains--”
benjy was on a...prowl, to say the least, having heavily hit on every single person he’d come into contact with since the party had began, the blonde he was...quickly, approaching, definitely not being an exception. even as he circled ‘round to get a look at the lass’s face and recognition lit up in his wicked eyes, “oh ho ho! why isn’t it the ever-so-fair junebug!” benjy decreed, giving a small bow to her presence, “how have you lit up this evening, this evening?”
