the frida kahlo room served as a transitory spot for most, to grab their drinks and then move on. two freshmen lingered, though, making their rounds from bowl to bowl, sampling each one, gradually losing balance, cross-eyed and all. “bets on who’s gonna go down face first tonight? personally, i’ve got my eye on the tall, lanky kid. he’s winced with every sip. definitely a lightweight,” freya ascertained, bringing her own cup of magenta to her lips. a tiny grimace followed, not yet used to its’ stringency – might as well have been rubbing alcohol dyed purple. “twenty bucks he runs to the toilets or collapses. what’d you say?” @radopens
paint still wet from the jackson pollock room - saige had found herself caught in a balancing act, trying not to leave traces of it wherever she went; her drink wasn’t spared, the cup smeared blue ( matched the streaks of paint that stained beneath her eyes - like she had just rubbed them free of makeup ). the top of her head consistently brushed against one of the dangling butterflies each time she rocked back on her heels, only to rock forward moments later; unable to be still. “he’s like, lanky, yeah - but i dunno. the other one sort of looks like a boy scout - and that’s practically like, the antithesis or whatever of a frat dude, right? like, he even refuses the blood of christ at church but now he’s like - flying high, james blunt. totally letting loose - inhibitions released or whatever.” she cleared her drink - down in a moment; it had matched freya’s, “i think he’s like - he’s definitely not going to make to the toilets. they’re like - fanboy and chum chum. boy scout is going to like, lift lanky kid by his arm and carry him like - in a boy scout way, or whatever, but he’s going to go the wrong way. they turn into the fucking, like - picasso exhibit. they get lost, they’re distorted - fanboy pukes, he curls into like, a ball. chum chum sits besides him, there’s like - a semi romantic undertone, to it all. chef’s kiss, masterpiece. i’ll bet fifty on it, and then i’m going to like - fucking like, start a psychic business. spread my knowledge, mother theresa. like the long island medium lady, y’know?”
“god - i think that, like - dom is definitely like, one of the kindest people, like probably one of the kindest that i know. dunno - like, i’ve never really heard him talk bad about, like, anyone? and there’s like - a lot of shitty people. dunno, i just think he cares a lot, that’s all. uh - lana, too, i think. she’s always like, super nice - i think she deserves, like, a lot! girl power, and like, whatever. then, like - totally biased, but i think rosa is like, super kind. like, enough to get on this list. she’s just very, like - dunno. kind doesn’t mean like, dunno, doormat - and i think she’s like a very good example of like, a strong and kind person! dunno. just my thoughts, luv. ex-oh-ex-oh.”
zeke: i cant tell if you're being sarcastic and it's really upsetting for me
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zeke: whatever u want liege x
saige: i dnt like sarcasm i cnt reasd it well ovr text :(
saige: i am 100% genuien like hw beef is 100% beef or w/e is on packaging
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saige: omggggg zeke i cnt believe u wld offer me an entire suite 2 live in frevr for free ,,, ur so endlessly kind ,, thank u fr this gift i will treasure it frevr
“don’t even bother going in there,” griffin mumbles, stumbling down the front steps of a house not far from campus. his hands are stuffed in his pockets as he addresses the other, fishing out a plastic baggy encapsulating a pre-rolled joint. there’s a party in full swing behind him, so he raises his voice to compete with the rattling bass beat of the music. “party’s a bust. music blows and has all night. i snagged the aux for all of thirty seconds before some douche was threatening to kick my ass.” he lights up and holds in a drag, shaking his head as if in disbelief as he exhales. continuing his lament, he makes an effort to wave away the shroud of smoke that collects around his head. “all over the red hot chilli peppers. like by the way isn’t exactly the vibe to be on. could you imagine just, like, rocking the fuck out. moshing like crazy when it picks up. pushing people all around,” for a moment he speaks animatedly, only for his energy to knocked back down by a resurging wave of vexation. he kicks a rock, not wait long enough to permit a response. “you want to party?” he propositions. “you and i can party.” tugging up his shirt, he reveals a sleeve of root beer nips tucked into his waistband. “swiped them from the guy that was yelling at me. let’s get the fuck out of here — look for unlocked cars and snoop through glove compartments, or something.” @scige @viktcrr
“yeah?” she asks with a tilt of her head, eyes following him as she leans against the steps’ railing - the wood is weak and half-rotted, half the spindles broken or missing altogether; it leans back with her weight, only to snap back into position as she pushes off and follows suit. “wait, like - they almost kicked your ass over the red hot chili peppers? i mean, like - “ she takes a final sip from the beer she’d been nursing before bending down and leaving the bottle on the last step, almost stumbles over her own feet ‘cause she hadn’t bothered to pause, not even for a moment, “ - they’re all like, edm bros in there anyway. like - super hardcore, i’ve been to a few parties here and it’s like - wow, like, this one dude has this super realistic portrait of zedd on his left asscheek - like, fucking, zedd. of all, like, people. super absurd but at the same time - like,” there’s a shrug of her shoulders, and she reaches out to snag the joint - it doesn’t matter that he’s practically a stranger. “yeah? just you and i?” smoke obscures her features - doesn’t matter, either, the smile is audible in her voice, and a half-cough, half-laugh follows it, “wow - that’s like, super totally hardcore. brave, like, shit - probably. ready to risk it all.” she holds the joint back out, eyes tearing away to focus on the sidewalk ahead, tip-toeing across cracks as a means to narrowly avoid them, “you from horton, or something? feel like i would’ve seen you before, y’know? like - i mean, like, dunno. feel like i would’ve remembered, at least, y’know? super awks if not.” she looks back up - though not at griffin, her eyes are scanning their surroundings, instead; the lawn is littered with several cars, and saige points to one with a my little pony window sticker, bird shit in the center of its eye, “feel like that one’s got some like, fucked up shit in it. i feel it in my fucking, like, bones. rainbow dash cum jar, for sure. maybe a pony mask.”
LINK TO THEIR PINTEREST BOARD OR TAG ON YOUR BLOG — pinterest // character tag
STAR SIGN / MOON & RISING — cancer sun, sagittarius moon, libra rising
MBTI — ENFP / the campaigner
MORAL ALIGNMENT — chaotic good
MARITAL STATUS & SEXUALITY — single & bisexual
LANGUAGES — english, french, spanish, latin (fluently) / learning mandarin, german, n scottish gaelic (shes not a mary sue i promise she’s just really good at languages)
TOP 5 MUSICIANS — foo fighters, glass animals, nirvana, swmrs, the front bottoms
FAVOURITE BOOK — the secret garden
FAVOURITE FILM & TV SHOW — 10 things i hate about you & p.s. i love you ,, don’t look at me ,, / she’s probably a buffy fan?
FAVOURITE VIDEO GAME — she isn’t a gamer girl :/ animal crossing probably
WHAT DID THEY DO THIS PAST SUMMER? — lawsuits ... financial aid stuff ... y’know ... just casual things x
WHERE HAVE THEY TRAVELLED? — like. everywhere. all over europe & asia primarily i’d think.
DO THEY TAKE ANY PRESCRIPTIONS? — no! hehe
DO THEY HAVE ANY DIAGNOSIS’S? — not. professionally but she’s undiagnosed w/ adhd and depression
FICTIONAL CHARACTER THEY ARE MOST LIKE? — serena van der woodsen :/ with a pinch of aimee gibbs frm sex education and alexis rose.
ARE THEY EMPLOYED? WHERE DO THEY WORK? — no ... looks away ... she’s never worked a day in her life
WERE THEY POPULAR IN HIGH SCHOOL? — very much so
DO THEY DO DRUGS? — yes
DRINK? — a lot more than she shld yeah
SMOKE CIGARETTES? — she switched to juuling bt then they banned mango pods so she’d back to smoking cigarettes :/
SMOKE WEED? — yes.
WHERE WERE THEY BORN? WHERE DID THEY GROW UP? — thibodaux, louisana bt she grew up like ... france / italy / california / etc. just abt Everywhere
DO THEY PLAN TO GO TO GRAD SCHOOL? — no she broke now
WHAT ARE THEIR PLANS POST-GRADUATION? — she has. no idea. laughs nervously
PARENTS NAMES — manon levesque & robert
DO THEY HAVE SIBLINGS? NAMES & AGES? — no!
DO THEY HAVE PETS? TYPES & NAMES? — no :/
ARE THEY RELIGIOUS? WHAT IS THEIR RELIGION IF SO? — she’s roman catholic but doesn’t practice & is like. probably really an atheist but she does like the concept of having faith in something
HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE THEY SLEPT WITH? — god. a lot. 60+ i’d say n that’s ... going low.
WHAT VEHICLE DO THEY DRIVE? IF THEY DON’T DRIVE, HOW DO THEY TRAVEL AROUND TOWN? — she has like four cars but she’s in the process of selling them as she needs cash like she has ... a rly fancy sports car, a jacked up pick-up truck w led lights, a mini cooper cos she thinks theyre cute, and the original mustang frm the princess diaries ... which one will go first ... only time will tell ..
DESCRIBE THEIR FASHION — uuuhh very casual ... denim shorts and tank tops, or striped t-shirts, or like .. corset-y type tops. mom-jeans sometimes .. she doesn’t like to over-dress n keeps layers to a minimum.
DO THEY PREFER TO BE BEHIND THE CAMERA OR IN FRONT OF IT? — behind it, admittedly
DO THEY BELIEVE ANY OF THE STORIES ABOUT RADCLIFFE? WHICH ONES? — i mean i think she believes radcliffe is. a little haunted. just a little. also secret society.
DO THEY THINK THE MOTHMAN IS HOT? — they’re cute, wld smash
A QUOTE THAT DESCRIBES THEM — “For a moment during our phone call as it was snowing, as I realized the extent of our sorrow, I knew that I loved you so much it was like I was practically crying out: Here is the location of the soul I have cared for, and here is the source of all beauty and love, but how heavy, how painful, how heavy, how painful.”
A SONG THAT THEY WOULD RELATE TO — hannah, swmrs (bonus song: fake happy, paramore)
there’s a party late tuesday night - so late that it’s no longer tuesday, and in fact wednesday, now, because - of course there is, lovell never sleeps; never truly, at least. maybe that’s part of the allure - haunts and late nights, sleepless in hopes of spotting mothman in the woods’ tall trees. it feels like the moon’s hanging lower than it should be - just above them, big and yellow and clearly visible outside the bathroom window. a bit ominous, maybe - but she always held disbelief when it came to omens. didn’t do her too much luck, that - maybe she’d be better off if she had believed, even a smidgen. there’s not much to believe in, lately - she thinks, unsteady hands, trembling hands, lightly tip-tapping a line onto the screen of her phone, dangerously close to the sink’s ledge. the door creaks. it’s a loud sound, above the muffled music - mac demarco, or something - it was that sort of party - it’s loud enough, sudden enough, that saige jumps; noticeable shriek, only a moment long, hand smacking into the corner of her phone, sending it flying - sending coke flying - her pupils are the size of saucers, “oh - wow - christ - it’s like, airborne. like - like, asbestos, or something, right?” she looks at the culprit - smile on her lips, now - like she hadn’t been startled at all. it’s wide and inviting, though her hands haven’t stopped shaking. “sorry that’s like - a lame joke, or something, right? totally insensitive. asbestos ... serious. serious shit. uh - anyways! i would - do you have to piss? god - sorry, i’m like - totally abusing my bathroom privileges. trying to - make use of time, i think.” she wipes her hands on her shorts - holds one out, as if for a handshake, but quickly drops it - swipes her thumb beneath her nose, instead; it hadn’t been her first line, evidently. “sorry - again, i just like - spent like, twenty minutes talking to this business student dude who like - always wears suits. shook my hand for like, ten minutes. think he’s like starting a mosh pit. seriously, though - do you, like - have to piss? i can - i can get out, or like - do you - do you want some?” it’s easy to know what she’s referring to, “i have more - i just, uh - have to like, set it back up.” her phone is still lost, somewhere, to the bathroom floor; the bathroom mat’s a shitty shag rug, and there’s the remnants of someone’s clothes littering the base of the toilet.
「madelyn cline & cis female」⇾ beaumont, saige, the senior radcliffe student’s records show that she is a cancer and 22 years old. she is studying linguistics + criminal psychology, living in noland and can be blithe, energetic, evasive & irrational. when i see her i am reminded of the familiar riff of an old song, skinned knees with laughter following, and wishes on eyelashes stuck to your cheekbones. ⇽「james & 21 & est & they/them.」
N HERE IS MY LAST CHILD FR NOW ... both happy n sad ... god ... bites fist. alright. let’s go!
TW CHILD ABUSE, DRUG USE, ALCOHOLISM, ADDICTION, DEATH, HIT & RUN CAR ACCIDENTS, GRIEF, GUILT
aesthetics.
stick n’ pokes at 2am – when your drunk and giggling too much in between purposeful stabs, avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk because they’re bad luck and they’ll break your mother’s back – even if your mother doesn’t love you, because you love her, the familiar riff in an old song – one that’s got you strumming along silently; there is no guitar, only empty air lit by the christmas lights you haven’t taken down. it’s may. swallowing down shots, and by default, swallowing down problems. laughing quick, easily, constantly. skinned knees from skateboarding, despite being rubbish at it. wishes on eyelashes stuck to your cheekbones, glitter sticking, running into the ocean at sunrise; feeling at home. excuses, and the many forms they come in. telling people you love them through hand squeezes and fresh muffins, sideways glances and soft, eager grins.
basic info.
full name: saige alouette beaumont
nickname(s): n/a :/ give her some
b.o.d. - july 7th, cancer
label(s): the hedonist, the icarcian, the reveler, etc.
height: 5′7″
hometown: thibodaux, louisiana
sexuality: bisexual w/ a very slight preference towards masc-presenting folks
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inspired by: serena van der woodsen (gossip girl), aimee gibbs (sex education), alexis rose (schitt’s creek), elle woods (legally blonde), rapunzel (tangled), clementine (eternal sunshine of a spotless mind), angela montenegro (bones), tinkerbell (peter pan), late 2000 / early 2010s kesha… i don’t know because she’s not actually inspired by anybody i made her when i was like 13 HDSJBKFNGHJLDS
biography.
the fallible daughter of two very infallible people: robert beaumont, US lieutenant general (soon to be US general), and manon lévesque, world renowned fashion designer on levels par with gucci and versace. both cold, calculating, and purposeful.
no matter how much she wants to believe otherwise, saige is sure that she was not created out of love. it was an action with a purpose, intentions to create the perfect child. the hybrid of both military genius and fashion extraordinaire. a proper socialite. a 1% citizen. molded to their will.
born in thibodaux, louisiana (surrounded by her father’s family - a long line of old money southern magnates & moguls with a history of beauty pageant winners in each woman) - it took them no more than six months after her birth for her parents to up and move, thus beginning a cycle of packing and unpacking, flying and driving, state-to-state and country-to-country. the longest saige had ever stayed in one place was two years, until radcliffe. even then - conditioned to never become truly attached to a place, she has the urge to up and run away at any given moment, onto the next adventure.
she was kept on a short leash, home-schooled, and learning skills she had no interest in (from cooking to sewing to ballroom dancing - to fencing and firearm safety and self defense) - more like a pet, a project, than a child. the world moved all around her, but she was bound to what her parents allowed her to see. a bird in a cage of thorns.
it was hard to keep and maintain friends - there one day, gone the next. a ghost you could see, clear as day, but never touch - never fully, at least. even if she tried with all her might.
would run from bodyguards (their version of nannies - robert beaumont is a paranoid man with too many enemies to count) into festival crowds and climb out of windows in the middle of the night to swim in lakes with the locals she’d met only hours earlier - as soon as she realized that there was something wrong with the way she lived.
even if it resulted in punishment, military exercises in the form of her own personal boot camp (she’d been forced to do chin-ups, once, when she ripped an expensive gown at the tender age of seven. not since, however, after she wound up sobbing on the floor - instead they moved on. delicate teacups stacked across her back as she did push-ups, the more she did the more that slipped & broke)
she absorbed as she could, as much as she could get; an intense, undying love for a world she always craved to see.
this was the start of something dangerous - a phase that never seemed to end, rebellion coursing through her veins. a wild child in the making, unknowing of limits. she landed herself in any crowd she could squeeze into - bad crowds, in particular and more often than not - they introduced her, the sheltered girl, into a world she hadn’t quite known existed until then.
ran away briefly at the age of fifteen with a man three years older than her & nearly ended up in a tabloid magazine because of it - if it hadn’t been for her parents’ money. though guilt from her parents’ disappointment weighed on her, the thrill fueled something much worse.
from there on, she’d been labeled as a ‘problem child’ - from public intoxication to vandalism, it was clear their daughter was unraveling and nothing could possibly contain her.
boarding school had been an attempt to stop it, enrolled her freshmen year in hopes that she’d come out a proper woman. but being located in new york with easy access to the upper east side of manhattan - it’d been futile.
there’d only been a few significant events during her time there - the death of a classmate (one of her closest friends’ boyfriends) and a ski trip that nearly resulted in her own death, skiing while drunk on a closed off course, in memory of him and the traditions they’d had. the first time she fell in love, and months of pining - running in circles, fights and hiccups and confessions in the dramatic manner all high school relationships seem to be like. they’d finally gotten together - officially, no more sneaking around or pretending - when her parents paid a surprise visit. a rare occasion, nerve-wracking. dangerous. to keep a story short - she’d accidentally exposed her own drug use in their presence, the simple act of pills falling from a purse - and that’d been it. she was gone the next day, with no word to anybody and hardly a word since.
they told family she needed a change of pace, and rumors in her old school said that she’d been expelled, that she’d been sent to the french countryside to live with her grandmother.
she’d only gone to washington, that was all. france was too good, and she was too undeserving. instead she was enrolled in public school, only a quarter through her junior year. her parents rarely spoke to her - rarely in town, the only eyes kept on her were security cameras and the occasional check-in by family friends (the new word for bodyguards, apparently)
but as always - when left alone, saige scrambled to find somewhere she fit, somewhere to tuck herself away in the comfort of other people. a small group, but a loyal group - harmless minus a few miscellaneous charges that they said every small town kid had, at some point. they were safe, they were family - as close as she could get. at least, she had thought so. had really believed it.
she hadn’t intended to go to university after graduating high school, not yet eighteen - not for another month or two, at least. she wanted to travel, meet new people and learn new languages (she’d learned four, already, but had always been a glutton. craved to know more, as if she unlocked secrets with every phrase she could speak) and just. exist.
maybe she should’ve. should’ve left as quick as possible, and never turn back.
saige mysteriously disappeared from the public eye for an entire year, the entirety of her 18th year on earth, before promptly showing up at radcliffe university, ready to learn.
it’d been a year of legal cases & lawsuits & avoiding prison with expensive lawyers and a lot of money.
the getaway driver for an armed robbery at a bank, an unknowing accomplice until her supposed friend ran out from the building and jumped in her car, screaming for her to drive, drive, drive. it had only supposed to have been a quick stop before a road trip to the coast. nobody was supposed to get hurt. but scared, and high, saige had obeyed - and by doing so, led a police chase and, of course, a hit & run that eventually led to saige crashing the car midst breakdown.
the sole victim survived, thankfully - and the beaumonts have been paying the medical bills since. her friend - the one who started it all - was charged & sentenced. but saige got off relatively scot-free. just a year of community service, a slap on the wrist (and the growing wallets of all involved in handling her case). it would’ve made national news if her parents hadn’t stepped in - favors called, resulting in only local headlines.
they hadn’t spoken to her since then. three years of radio silence. she’d think they were dead if it hadn’t been the steady flow of money in her bank account. their silence only feels like a threat of what’s to come if she fucks up again.
ever since - she’s avoided causing too much trouble, still very much the party girl she’d like to be, but staying out of headlines and tabloids. partially in fear of her parents finally cutting ties, permanently, and partially in fear that she’ll end up costing someone else their life with her own selfishness.
UPDATE: she did not avoid trouble n got disowned after a high speed yacht chase it was. a lot. anyways she’s lying to everyone n pretending she’s still rich while rapidly losing money to lawsuit bills n hospital bills n just <3 a whole lot <3 has had to sell her favorite cars and her favorite bass guitar. sheds the smallest tear. spent the summer couch-hopping bt pretending she wasn’t couch-hopping and being :/ really messy. not a good fun look! sucks ... disappeared fr like a straight week n then popped up like hehe wat’s up :D. sighs sm.
personality.
she is so … bubbly. so fucking bubbly. she’s has so much energy in her. goes running every morning and every night and swims almost every afternoon and she’s never tired, even if she hasn’t slept the last night and even if she’s been dancing for five hours in a club in high heels and nothing but vodka in her system. the personification of a coke bottle shaken up, if the coke bottle in question could laugh and smile at you and make you feel, somehow, at home even though you’d only met her in the bathroom queue.
tries her hardest to be the happy fun friend, the cool friend, the one who can hook you up with whatever you need because she sleeps with her drug dealer and gets discounts, but like, it’s totally okay because they’re also friends.
generally comes off as very confident of herself, and fearless, and reckless but like - fun reckless. the kind of reckless you wouldn’t mind to be around because she takes your worries and acknowledges them and reassures you that it’s fine, that it’s grand, even when it may definitely not be.
takes a lot. so much. could ramble for days, hand gestures and all. never stops talking. never.
if she wants to do something, she’ll do it and there’s not very much you can do to stop her. stubborn, but at the same time easy going? very go go go. mischievous. even if she’s trying to do something stupid you kind of just like … have to let her do it, or otherwise she’ll mope for three hours and pout at you and then you’ll feel questionably guilty, which is admittedly a little manipulative on her end and isn’t the best thing, but i never said she’s the best person ever because she’s most certainly … not.
a vegetarian because meat makes her physically sick, like, she’s got a weird intolerance to it and it’s not quite an allergy because it’s really just red meats but she’ll get a tummy ache.
her vocabulary consists of a lot of ‘likes’ and ‘ums’ and ‘yknows’, y’know? her statements always sound like questions.
99% sure she has adhd but she’s never been diagnosed because her parents simply would not allow her to go to therapy so if she does have any neurological disorders, mental illness, and the likes of those - she doesn’t know and doesn’t know where to even begin to find out. her parents? fucking suck.
like i said, she’s currently not on speaking terms with them. more of their decision than hers. she still loves them, a lot - and there’s a part of her that believes that they still love her, that they have to, because she’s not disowned yet. even though they haven’t said more than ten words to her since she was eighteen - as long as they keep sending her money, they still care - right?
owns four cars … bad idea considering her past, but alas. spending her money is a coping mechanism and she likes to drive because it’s a form of freedom. anyways. all her cars are on campus and she’s probably not allowed to have them all on campus but she does. one’s a sleek sports car, the other is a jacked up pick-up truck that’s decked out in like … LED lights and shit, the third one is the same exact fucking mustang from the princess diaries because she’s obsessed with the movie & usually gets what she wants. the fourth is a mini cooper.
she’s a photographer (for funsies) and the walls of her room in noland are covered in photographs and art and taped-down plants. her room in general is really cluttered. like, it’s super homey. super cozy. but it’s a mess. clothes everywhere, she’s got a pile of instruments and other miscellaneous hobbies that she wanted to do and then either never did, or did for a few days and got bored of and haven’t touched since.
i mentioned earlier that she was taught a bunch of skills when growing up - and like, she doesn’t really utilize any of them? knitting, sewing, cookie, three different forms of ballroom dancing - all gone to waste and she’s pretty rusty on most of it, but it’s there. in her mind. it’s kind of neat and i promise she’s not a mary sue it’s just her upbringing HBSJKDFNLG she’s really nuanced i swear. anyways she can also work a gun and a car engine but hates half of the things she knows how to do because she was forced to learn these things.
she plays bass guitar. loves it, loves her guitar. treasured item. she knows violin & piano too but she fucking hates piano & is mostly indifferent towards violin. she can hold a note in other instruments but it’s like. not great.
got really into languages at a young age due to her constant traveling and started learning them unprompted. her mother is like. literally french. a french citizen. so she grew up learning english & french but from there on she’s gotten fluent in spanish (similar 2 french) and latin (dead languages are fun) and then she’s working on a few others like mandarin and german and scottish gaelic specifically but she mostly just knows a few phrases here and there. like, enough to get her through a city if needed.
like she’s super smart and very talented but she’s also ditzy as hell. big dumbass energy to the point where maybe you don’t realize that she’s actually really good at a lot of things because it’s not like she really flaunts it either?
she’s just very reckless, and very much a party girl. has quite the collection of drugs & uses socially, but also alone and throughout the day. rarely sober.
high functioning alcoholic and at this point she doesn’t really know what she’s like when she’s completely sober? which is really bad but she’s convinced that if she goes sober she’ll just be miserable and horrible because at her very core she believes she’s like. the worst human being alive. like very deep issues of self loathing covered by baileys in her morning coffee and 23 crystal lite packets in her yeti cup that happens to be filled with vodka.
this has been a budding problem that was developed since she was a young teenager. the ehem. situation that happened when she was eighteen only amplified it.
is essentially wearing a mask of confidence and giddiness and flirtatiousness because she doesn’t want people to think she’s not doing well, because she isn’t.
loves so much. loves everything, so much. everything, everybody. falls in love like five times a day but nothing really sticks to her either, for the most part. i hate to say it but she does flock to shitty people / general assholes because that’s just … how she is, that’s what she’s surrounded herself with her entire life. even her high school boyfriend was an asshole - just like, not to her, which made it Okay in her mind. she finds these kind of people like … super interesting which is really questionable but y’know what? we’re fine. it’s fine. i’m fine.
she sleeps around often, to be frank. she hates being alone and she rarely sleeps in her own dorm unless someone is in there sleeping with her. otherwise she’s at different houses. could be a friend’s bed, could be a stranger’s. has slept with the entire baseball team, probably. she’s also the type of person who’ll try and maintain a positive, good friendship with whoever she sleeps with because she hates the idea of having a regrettable encounter and just. refuses.
this is kind of a problem because she blurs the lines between friendship and Something More too often, and with too many people. wants to be loved but it’s never enough. probably ends up hurting people without realizing it because they think they have something super special but she does this with a lot of people and it’s super :/
does stick and pokes a whole bunch. she can’t draw for shit so they’re not great but she thinks they’re fun and she’s been doing it for a while so like, who cares, right? let her give you one :)
gets sent dress prototypes and like. drafts of designs & articles of clothing from her fashion lines that aren’t out yet and won’t be for a while by her very own mother. saige absolutely gives them all away, for the most part. or it sits in her closet, and stays there. her go-to gift for birthday presents, or christmas gifts, or whenever she feels like it. like, feel free to raid her closet?
ok that’s all. love her.
wanted connections.
a best friend… someone who sticks by her side even though she is a certified Mess.
a ride or die… is it the same as a best friend? maybe. but it’s got a fancy name and i want both so :)
close friends… she’s really friendly and the kind of girl to have been really popular in high school but didn’t care for it and talks to everybody like she’s known them her entire life, so. she’d have a good amount of these!
grumpy friend… to balance her happy friend. she’ll fuck them up in a friendship way. with her cheerfulness.
party pals… they don’t talk much outside of parties but they’re practically glued to the hip when they’re at them. hold your hair back kind of close.
frenemies… or fake friends, toxic friends, people who use her for money or like … sex, or whatever? anything? people who barely tolerate her because she gives them stuff sometimes.
bad influences… they just encourage her to do more, be worse, never get better.
good influences… like … YOINK! stop being an idiot! do your homework! idot!
a tutor… because she’s like…smart…but she’s also stupid…super bad at math & science. help her.
hook ups… friends with benefits, a one night stand that is a little? awkward? since then. past & present tenses. :)
exes… she’s noncommittal so they likely wouldn’t have lasted very long but? yolo? she can be a heartbreaker, as marina said, as a treat? whether they dated or were fucking … either works. but i do love angst :)
one-sided hatred… someone who just fucking … despises her. but she doesn’t realize because she’s an idiot and thinks they’re just like. joking around! like they’re best buddies!
annoyance… but she’s the annoyance. she’s the thorn in their side.
ex-best friend… where something happened between them, like, anything, and it ruined their friendship forever. very sad. angst potential, though.
but like. i’ll take anything.
steals your mail… who knows why?
cat escape… he keeps running away and she keeps letting him inside her room even though she’s allergic…
married old couple… the kind of friendship where they always bicker like they’ve been together for fifty years, but it’s purely platonic (or is it? slowburn BAYBEY. DENIAL babyey.)
off and on again… i think that one that’s not good for them because they enable each other & only get like … angry at each other, and it’s like, messy. but it’s super hard to stop. probably reminds her of high school so that’s why she tries so hard to stick around, but alas. it’s not good. it’s toxic. stop it.
the drug dealer… the one she sleeps with… even though she can just pay for it because she’s rich but like. it’s funner this way.
blurred status… like, it’s just really confusing of what they are? are they, aren’t they? the relationship status is just … muddled. she’s a mess and gets involved with too many people without intending to. potential to hurt feelings. :)
