Miriam liked to study in coffee shops, well, when she didn’t have serious studying to do. She found she often ran into people she knew, and even if she didn’t, she could sit and observe. It was a distractor for her, but she found it made studying way more enjoyable. She’d been here all afternoon and was getting tired. She decided to grab a muffin to go before she left for the night. As she was walking to get into line, she checked to make sure no one was stealing her stuff. As she did so, she tripped and fell into the person in front of her. “Ohmygosh I’m so so sorry,” she said quickly. “Are you okay?”
One of her brows raised at the question after watching the other girl almost fall over herself. “Well I guess I could ask you the same exact thing. You could have just ate shit if I hadn't been standing in front of you and you’re asking if I’m okay?” It almost made Sofia laugh — after growing up with her brother she could handle someone accidentally bumping into her. “For the sake of answering you though, I’m fine. Thanks.”
There wasn’t a day that went by that Sofia didn’t grab her daily dose of caffeine. It was habitual now, apart of her meticulous morning routine. There were also some nights she tended to swing by the one on campus just before it closed to prepare for an all nighter — not the healthiest way to get her assignments done, but she couldn’t really help it. Sofia was doing just that when she walked into the Thinking Cup, quietly thankful that the queue was pretty short. Her eyes were quickly reading over the menu when she felt someone bump into her from behind, brows creasing in frustration as she turned around. “Ow,” she protested lamely, her hand reaching to rub the spot on her shoulder that’d been hit. @miriamkaufmann
“Hey, dude. Sorry I like, made you put ice cubes down your dress.” Though her face probably gave away the fact that she wasn’t all that sorry, and had to refrain from laughing when she’d witnessed it at the party. After all, some of Sofia’s favorite side hobbies were terrorizing anyone who hailed from Calloway and pre-judging character. “Although I guess I wouldn’t have blamed you if you had put them down my dress.” @darbyalbright
Perched on top of a picnic bench just outside of the Winthrop apartments, Sofia had busied herself with scanning through one of her textbooks. Her dark eyes were quick-like and lax at the same time, as if studying was so simple that it was well beneath her. Which it would have been, if it wasn’t so fucking exhausting. “What I wouldn’t do for a caramel frap right now is almost terrifying,” Sofia sighed, rubbing both of her tired eyes with the back of her hands. “Seriously. If you told me to kill a man in exchange for Starbucks, I wouldn’t even hesitate.” @holbrooktm
Her eyes widened, half in awe and half in fear. She was curious about what they did, but she wasn’t sure she would like what she heard. Not that he didn’t deserve whatever happened to him, but she had always been easily scandalized. “Thanks, that’s good of you.” She rested her hands in her lap. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
The other’s surprise didn’t go unnoticed, making her chuckle heartily and then shrug up her shoulders. “You know, I haven’t properly been out in ages so I am actually. How about you?” She asked, nails absentmindedly scratching a loose thread on the hem of her dress. Sofia didn’t particularly enjoy people too much, but she did enjoy parties. When she was in the right atmosphere and talking to the right people, she could be swayed.
HOW DOES YOUR MUSE FEEL IN GENERAL ABOUT THE GOSSIP BLOG? WHAT IS THEIR OPINION OF IT?
Sofia doesn’t think too highly of the gossip blog, or at least that’s what she would say out loud. When it really comes down to it, if something mean enough was said about her she’d probably sit by herself & cry.
WHO DO THEY THINK KILLED DAHLIA?
Doesn’t know, doesn’t wanna know. Doesn’t fuck with ghosts.
WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S BIGGEST SECRET (FROM THE APPLICATION)? PLEASE GIVE US AS MUCH DETAIL AS POSSIBLE.
From ages 18-19, Sofia worked secretly as a female escort under a fake name and fake ID claiming she was 21 at the time, all in order to provide for her family. Sometimes the nights would end in sex, sometimes they wouldn’t. She doesn’t give that part of the job a second thought even though she should because escorting blurs a lot of lines between companionship and literal prostitution.
THE GOSSIP BLOGGERS ARE SUSPECTED TO BE SKILLED HACKERS. IS THERE ANYTHING ON YOUR MUSE’S PHONE, COMPUTER OR SOCIAL MEDIA ACCOUNTS THAT WOULD REVEAL INFORMATION ABOUT THEIR SECRET? WHAT IS THE DIGITAL TRAIL?
Her contact list and finsta DMs, probably. Sofia was really good at using a burner phone to organize her actual rendezvous, but if someone detective-Rue-style looked through her phone, they’d be able to figure it out.
DOES ANYONE ELSE KNOW THEIR SECRET? FAMILY MEMBERS, FRIENDS, ENEMIES?
The only other person who knows is her brother.
WHAT WOULD YOUR MUSE DO IF THEIR SECRET WAS EXPOSED ON THE GOSSIP BLOG? WHAT WOULD THE CONSEQUENCES BE?
She’d probably skip town for awhile and eventually come back once her mess was handled, but if her parents were to find out they would disown her and her brother if he decided to back her up.
ARE YOU OKAY WITH THEIR SECRET BEING EXPOSED ON THE BLOG?
YES.
WHAT ARE SOME OTHER SECRETS/REGRETS THAT THEY MIGHT HAVE? ANYTHING ELSE YOUR MUSE IS HIDING FROM OTHERS?
Well she doesn’t like to talk about it; therefore I guess it could be considered a secret but her first and only girlfriend died in a motorcycle crash when they were both 16. She was diagnosed with PTSD / situational depression and put on antidepressants along with therapy sessions twice a week. Sofia stayed in therapy for a year until she was able to get by without it, although when things in life get tough she finds herself needing a session every now and then.
ANYTHING ELSE YOU THINK WE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT YOUR MUSE TO CREATE DRAMA AND CHAOS ON THE GOSSIP BLOG?
Hmmm she’s poor? Hence her secret. She’s getting by at Yates on a scholarship as well.
“That’s fully disgustin’,” It came out out as a declaration, instantaneously decided; the southern poking out in the form of a whine and by no means graceful. “Yeah, I had a prop - obviously, Christ - it was a dagger. Wooden, but whatever. It’s like, nobody trusts me anymore. Super fuckin’ lame.” She hadn’t elaborated on why nobody trusted her with a seemingly harmless prop, wooden and all - and maybe it hadn’t needed to be explained; her track record a mile long. “Yeah, it’s fucked up. Absolutely sickening. I’m going to destroy him,” she repeated - instinctively copying Sofia’s actions; fingertips at the hem, as if it’d fix the itch that’d begun beneath her skin. “First we’ve gotta - fuckin’ - find him, yeah? D’you know what direction he went in? Then we’re - we’ll fuckin’, lure him away from the party. I’ve got nice tits, I can do it,” Holliday puffed out her chest - not much rose up, “And then - and then - fuck, I don’t know, but I’ll know then. Trust the process, y’know?”
“Aren’t all men?” Though her words sounded more like a statement than a question, a sour taste in her mouth left from personal experience. “I can’t actually tell where you drew your inspiration from. The caterpillar hookah dude?” Sofia guessed, her expression giving away her confusion. She began leading the way as Holliday laid out her plan, which admittedly had a lot of holes in it that she decided not to comment on. Brows creased in concentration as she tried to recall where she’d seen the fucker last, huffing when she came up with nothing. “I don’t think he ever left the bar. There were a lot of girls over there last time I checked.” Sofia’s eyes fixed on the still crowded area, scanning it in hopes of finding him and trusting that Holli would trail behind her.
Miriam was bursting with energy, feeling more alive than usual. It was a fun night, though her feet were starting to get sore from the heels she was wearing. She wandered over to the nearest seat, deciding to take a moment to relax and let her feet rest. She looked at the other before looking at the guy, concern shining in her eyes. “Way to stand up for yourself, but do you think we should report him?” She didn’t want a guy like that hanging around and making it an unsafe place.
She gave a conniving - almost murderous - glance in Miriam’s direction, eyes darker than the party around them. “Don’t worry, Holli and I took care of it. He won’t be bothering anyone else,” Sofia promised. A grin played on her lips as the words left her mouth.
“Ew - what?” Holli stood as quickly as she’d sat down, the iridescent blue of her dress crinkling and dollar store butterfly wings limp and crooked against her back, “That’s fuckin’ disgustin’. How hairy is he? Like - Wolverine hairy? Austin Powers hairy? Bet he shaves his chest hair in the shape of the fuckin’ Batman symbol. I’m going to hunt him down. That’s totally fucked - right? It’s fucked up. I knew they should’ve let me keep my fuckin’ prop.” She’d been practically buzzing as she spoke - entire frame trembling with the sort of adrenaline that came with chugging two vodka redbulls before the party had even started, “I’m going to destroy him. Do you wanna come with? Make it a party. Party inside of a party. Double party. Murder party. I’m serious.” She’d drawn misshapen butterfly wings for eyeliner, hair adorned in dollar store butterfly clips to match.
“Sure but, a less hot version of Wolverine. Like, Chanel versus Walmart type shit.” A laugh escaped her lips before she could even process the other girl’s bubbling anger. “You had a prop to go with that getup?” Sofia questioned, one brow arching while she wondered how a prop would have aided her in that moment. “It was pretty fucked up but he didn’t lay a finger on me. He’ll have a nice shiny bruise on his leg to prove that.” Her fingers inattentively reached to tug at the hem of her short dress, which she had inadvertently begun to do, off and on, since the incident in question. “Murder party? Sounds like fun. I’m in.” With that, she gulped the rest of what was in her cup before standing up herself. “What’s the plan?”
Impatiently leaning over the bar, elbows resting on the wood surface, Seb was still waiting for the junior who had been hired as bartender to return to the ever growing line of students waiting for a drink. It was starting to resemble the an angry mob, drunken students tittering restlessly as the crowd grew. Finally, he decided to slip behind the bar, grabbing a bottle and pouring a whiskey for himself. “Yo! What do you want?” Seb called out to someone he recognized from Yates. Picking up a cocktail shaker, he held it in his hand, preparing. “But keep in mind, I only know how to pour shots and make rum and cokes. So don’t make it complicated. And if you feel like tipping I certainly won’t stop you,” he ordered. The boy’s top hat was the only hint that he had dressed up as the Mad Hatter, and he tossed it aside quickly like a musician tossing it into a crowd of adoring fans as he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt.
There’d been a large crowd by the bar, which was the only reason Sofia wasn’t expecting to have her drink anytime soon. She startled slightly when the bartender called out to her, head snapping up and feet making her teeter slowly forwards. “How about a club soda?” Her frame rested against the nearest wall once she’d shoved past the crowd of demanding and sweaty students. “That’s easy enough, right? And I’ll definitely tip,” she promised, pulling out enough to cover a generous tip along with her request and offering it to him.
Sitting down on the floor of the library, tucked to the side away from the crowd, Felix was busy munching through a family-sized bag of pretzels that he had brought to the party himself, just in case he needed a snack. His mouth was dry as he chewed, the result of smoking just a little too much before he arrived, dazedly watching student drunkenly cavort and dance. “Ow!” He yelped out, snatching his hand away from the ground as someone’s shoe drug into his, looking wounded as he gazed up at them. “I nearly just lost my pinky finger. And that’s my favorite,” he complained, putting the pretzels down, scrambling to his feet. He stuck another joint in his mouth, throwing them a sloppy grin. “Any chance you’ve got a light for me? I’m just a poor village boy.”
Sofia had hadn’t been focused on the floor at all, thumbs tapping away restlessly on her phone. Usually she made sure not to walk and text at the same time, but there was some sort of crisis going on with her brother and their mom back home and logic was slowly lost on her. Her brows creased in concentration as she hit send and - at the same time - yelped and jumped backwards once she realized her foot had nearly crushed Felix’s hand. She was about to apologize before his words made her brows furrow deeper in confusion. “You have a favorite pinky?” The question left her lips before she started reaching to open up her purse, both to tuck away her phone and then offer her lighter. “I guess it’s the least I could do for almost ripping off your finger.”
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