โyou ever think you could cry so hard that thereโd be nothing left in you, like how the wind shakes a tree in a storm until every part of it is run through with wind? i live in the low parts now, most days a little hazy with fever and waiting for the water to stop shivering out of the bodyโ
The odor of marijuana met Melodyโs nose, causing it to automatically scrunch up in an immediate reflex. It wasnโt that she was judgmental of those who opted to partake in the Devilโs Lettuce, but she would rather not smell it. She didnโt like Jade to say the least, but she definitely didnโt mind Saige as much, she felt that she was the much nicer Parker sister. Checking the diamond ring on her finger before letting out a gentle hum and smirking over at Saige.ย โIโm all for fun just like anyone else, but that is not a risk Iโm willing to take. Iโm down to take some shots, but that looks like a hospital visit waiting to happen.โย
saige had never been one for other peopleโs drama. not in middle school, when her two best friends were fighting over the same justin bieber lookalike boy. not at her first job, when her coworkers would gossip about each other in the back walk-in fridge. and not when it came to jade and her grudges. she knew there were people in town who didnโt like her sister, but saige had never let that affect her life.ย โare you?โ she retorted with the raise of a brow.ย โall for fun, i mean.ย โcause you look very...โ she gave pause, as if deep in thought.ย โcautious. your whole...vibe, ya know?โ she gave a laugh, a short bark, at her own words.ย โfuck i sound like someone who goes to see misty. talking about your vibes and shit. anyway, you wanna take a shot? iโm sure we can find something that doesnโt suck.โ
location: mikeโs party, in line for the bathroom
the line for the bathroom was so long it might as well have been the queue for the new iphone 14. pressing her dark curls against the wall, saige was following the wood grain of the hallway closet door like a maze with her painted fingernail. her mind was clouded, and she was bored. without warning, she turned her attention to the person behind her in line. โtwo lies and a truth,โ she suggested the game, pointedly enunciating her words in an attempt not to slur. without anymore explanation, she said. โyou first. go.โ
Jordan was more than a few drinks deep by this point in the party. He had kissed, argued with, and outdrank multiple people tonight but was still feeling better than ever. Even though he told himself he was done after the last two drinks, he somehow found himself back in the kitchen in front of what remained of the alcohol. Pouring a shot, he put it back quickly and threw the glass back onto the counter. He was debating on whether or not he was going to take one more before maybe calling it a night when another person walked up next to him.ย โYou want one? Iโm about to take one more.โ He asked, referring to the shot glasses.
saige was thoroughly, sloppily drunk, this much was true. it was evident in the way she sashayed through the crowd in her black dress like a drunk starlet. she approached the counter, nearly crashing into it and knocking over several bottles when the heel of her shoe snagged on said black dress.ย โshit,โ she swore.ย โgirl down. party fowl, how embarrassing. itโs these stupid fucking heels,โ she bent over, took off one of her jimmy choo pumpsโ handed down from her mother. โusually i donโt show off the feet for free, but i feel like heels are socially acceptable torture devices so...โย she kicked off the other one for good measure. finally, she registered his question.ย โi mean, clearly i donโt need another shot. but iโm a saint. truly a generous person and iโd never let someone drink alone so... pour one up.โย
Location: Mikeโs Party
Open start @hidehillstartยท
If Kenzie was honest she really didnโt want to be here, she wasnโt in the mood to party let alone be in a room full of people drunk and being chaotic. She was leaning against a table watching the people in front of her in the distance, a drink in one hand and her other dipping in and out of the packet of cheese puffs beside her. She hadnโt noticed the person who had joined her as she watched the others intensely trying to see if she could finally learn to lip read.
perched up on the edge of the kitchen counter like a much less graceful take on a cathedral gargoyle, saige picked over finger foods, leftover from earlier in the night, like they were her own personal buffet.ย โif youโre trying to activate your psychic powers, iโd say youโre failing,โ she said suddenly to the other.ย โare you trying to carrie that guy? blow him up with your mind? or are you just zoned the fuck out?โ she questioned, referencing the otherโs intense staring.ย
Where: Mikeโs House Party
Who: Open @hidehillstartยท
Melody wasnโt one to mingle amongst her peers in such a manner usually. Her father was so adamant on her having an absolutely perfect image that she rarely had any type of fun. But, she was nearly 30 and she was tired of living by her fatherโs rules. Though, she was still being incredibly careful. Her eyes set on the person beside her as she motioned toward the weird concoction of a drink sitting in front of her.ย โIโm not absolutely sure what that is, however Iโm sure it should not be consumed my a human pallet.โ and she meant every word sheโd just said.ย
saige, stretched out on the couch and smoking, had watched the night progress ( or ratherย de-gress...was that a word? her hazy mind mulled it over for a secondย ) from pristine champagne flutes to mixed drinks comprised of near-lethal combinations of top shelf liquor. she glanced at the putrid smelling liquid inside of the cup, kohl smudged eyes narrowing into a squint. โyouโd think weโd have classier than this. i guess there's something about a good party makes everyone go feral. grown adults, reverting back to their college days of toxic jungle juice concoctions,โ said saige, the girl who didnโt go to college, as if she were a frat party veteran.ย โtriple dog dare you to chug that whole thing right now.โ
MARGARET QUALLEY, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER โฆ SAIGE PARKER the TWENTY-SIX year old has been in Hidehill for HER ENTIRE LIFE and was a YOUNGER SISTER to Jade Parker, the missing person . Whispers on the streets are that the ARTIST AT LA LOUVRE AND FREELANCE GRAPHIC DESIGNER who lives in HIDE SQUARE. She is said to be VENTURESOME and DIRECTIONLESS but I guess weโll find out for ourselves.
name: saige michelleย parker
age: twenty-six
dob: october 25th
zodiac: scorpio
hometown: hidehill
occupation: artist at la louvre , freelance graphic designer
quirks / habits: always burns her tongue on hot coffee , bottles up her emotions then cries over spilled milk ,ย drinks too much , smokes when sheโs nervous , smokes when sheโs stressed , listens to really loud music when sheโs alone , has a hard time throwing things away , serial first dater
โ jade parkerโs delinquent little sister. theย โproblem childโ who broke curfew, snuck out, and generally got into trouble as a teenager. had her first beer when she was thirteen at a loosely supervised birthday party and never looked back. her parents had to deal with many a call from the hidehill police station that saige was busted for underaged drinking or caught shoplifting with her little friends. she hung out with the freaks and geeks of hidehill high and eventually dropped out senior year, much to her parentsโ dismay. i imagine her relationship with them to be, like, they loved her duh. and they tried. but there was always this unspoken sense of distance and disappointment because she didnโt really measure up to what they dreamt of for her.
โ saige loved her sister, make no mistake. thereโs no sibling rivalry here. jade was probably one of the only people in the world who could convince saige to be sane. i imagine she loves her brother too, but iโll wait until that connection gets taken to plot that up.ย
โ self-taught graphic designer. her parents pushed for saige to get her ged and then going to college for it, but saige didnโt have the ambition because she finds sitting in front of a computer screen all day to be boring af. art is her true passion. she does sketches and oil painting. but her gallery shows donโt pay the bills so she does freelance graphic design as a side gig...logos, websites, local band merch, things of that nature.ย
โ sheโs got an odd sense of humor and can be very cavalier. most people approach her with safety gloves on, walking on eggshells because of her sister. and then thereโs saige, smoking a joint, v v chill and just like, โif there were two guys on the moon and one of them killed the other with a rock would that be fucked up or what?" just... talking about anything else besides the elephant in the room. itโs because sheโs experienced a lot of loss, learned to compartmentalize. she bottles up her feelings about big things, so they end up erupting over small things. like dropping her keys on the ground while unlocking her door after a long day.ย
โ terrified of commitment and losing people. goes on 8299029 first dates because she hates catching feelings. she had a few little boyfriends and cringe relationships in high school, so she hasnโt always been like this. but over the years sheโs built up a bit of a wall.
โ avoids thinking by blasting loud music. her neighbors hate her. evidently, she loves going to concerts and is involved in the local music scene.ย
โ sheโs never really had a set plan in life like her sister. saige is much more go with the flow. she seems really impulsive but only to an extent. she hates big changes. so she refuses to, like, move out of hidehill even though part of her wants to. although she seems like someone who is down for anything, she very much sticks to things in her comfort zone. it just so happens that her comfort zone is partying, shenanigans, and general dumbassery. but when it comes to making big changes of any kind or doing things that make her emotionally uncomfortable...youโd have an easier time finding ice water in hell.
โ inquisitive. asks a lot of questions to avoid discussing herself. proposes weird scenarios. rambles on about nothing often. makes a lot of jokes. getting her to genuinely open up can be like pulling teeth.
wanted
friendships: lifelong best friends, opposites attract friendships, unlikely friendships, drinking buddies, art collaborators, someone whoโs friends with her out of pity, family friends
romantic: fwbs, one night stands
old high school classmates: exes, first love, prom date, crushes, people who bullied her, old friends who drifted apart, an ex best friend where something came between them that ruined the friendship
around town: current or past neighbors, her dealer, bartenders at her favorite watering holes, tinder dates, people who have commissioned her for design projects, someone she was an asshole to bc they tried to be there for her and she lashed out, jade's friends who remember saige as a snot-nosed kidย
[text ID: Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Cursing all the Christmas tea gift boxes from people who pity me. I wonder who loves me every day, all the time. end ID]
we donโt have the heart to tell him,ย rachel hallย // the infinite blacktop, sara granย // a ghost story, dir. david lowery (2017) // life after death, damien echolsย // untitled, valentin gallet // metaphor & memory, cynthia ozick //ย untitled, jim carroll.
