– THOSE EYES, THAT MOUTH.

she's got a body like soft serve, dripping in the june sun. i tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk. nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and watch the water roll down.

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hi i’m C and am definitely NOT recycling this intro !! ok but enough about that,, this is my sweet angel Casey whomst i love, cherish n nurture. all u need to know is below the cut ! 

if you’re keen to plot give this a like and i’ll come to you !! or feel free to shoot me an im if you want, either works. i’ll be at uni for most of the day, but on and off here until later this afternoon !!

( saoirse ronan | she/her | cis female ) hey, you hear new slang by the shins playing over on the 3rd floor? that’s where casey meisner lives! i heard they moved in from bangor, maine exactly seven months ago. they’re very talkative but also pretty enigmatic. maybe that’s why davie keeps calling them the deer in headlights. starlit is full of people, but this 23 year old is really going to liven things up around here!

AESTHETICS

scuffed sneakers and worn blue jeans, bruised knees, half-lidded gaze and rosy cheeks, the heavy scent of car exhaust, midnight radio warped with static, scratchy woollen sweaters your grandmother knitted, half-drained beer bottles, wilted daisies, damp pine needles, faded vinyl covers.

for more comprehensive extra aesthetics you can view her pinterest board HERE !!

DEER IN THE HEADLIGHTS

with nothing left in her hometown except for a mangy piece of paper that’s supposedly meant to be her business degree and the peeling paint off the Paul Bunyan statue, it was well and truly time to leave Bangor, Maine for something new.

while it seemed a little exciting at first, she’s become stuck in transit at the starlit motel. having failed her first job out of college, she’s not quite sure where to go now except for the odd shift at the supermarket in premium outlets north.

BACKGROUND

born smack bang between an elder and younger brother as the poster child to a painfully average American middle class family in Bangor, Maine. raised nowhere other than that city, she can ring off almost every Stephen King reference ever made around the place. don’t quote her on that though.

she was an average student in school, only exceptional with late nights and eventually, a shiny new bottle of antidepressants on her bedside table. while the ‘ nice ’ town girls her mother forced her to be friends with ever since Sunday school was a distraction, as well as the numerous extracurricular activities piled on her plate, it wasn’t enough to keep it all from crumbling. the pressure became too much and because of it, graduated a year later than her peers.

after school Casey went to a local college begrudgingly, if only as a means of getting her out of town. the faces too familiar and the gossiping stakes far too high, there wasn’t much to do except grit her teeth and get through a three year business degree.

with everything crammed into the back of her beat up ‘76 ford capri, she finally managed to get away with the promise of a job at some quaint little Rhode Island b&b. it didn’t last long, hardly the idea of work she had in her mind. after that Casey spent most of her childhood earnings from babysitting on gas, driving until she landed herself at the Starlit Motel. now you’ll see her asking if you’re willing to pay an extra ten cents for a plastic bag at the supermarket in premium outlets north.

PERSONALITY - view her stats HERE.

simultaneously the most sweet n disinterested person u will ever meet. polite and friendly, but kinda dull.

weirdly religious in the sense she might say shit that’s remotely evangelical. blame it on her Catholic upbringing or the fact she has little of a filter left these days, she’s chatty and it shows. she won’t gossip with you, though. it’s only ever the nice stuff she likes to talk about.

emotional runaway. can’t handle anything remotely lovey-dovey and cringes when you talk about your s/o to her.

growing up with two brothers means she’s quite boyish, both with her habits but also her relaxed demeanour. above all other things Casey remembered to pack her old skateboard when she left home, so expect to catch her doing badly-executed tricks in the rv lot. someone help her

very bi and has almost no clue about it - growing up Catholic meant she didn’t get a lot of space to explore dating outside of the boys she rolled her eyes just at the mere thought of in high school.

independent and not that physically affectionate unless you’re close with her or she’s drunk. she’ll claim she won’t need help or a shoulder to lean on, but there’s a surefire chance she does.

WANTED CONNECTIONS - view the rest HERE.

RIDE OR DIE : someone that’ll get her genuinely fucked up on a night out. she needs to have a little fun sometimes.

CONFIDANTE : they’ve been there since day one at the motel and seen her through enough meltdowns to know that occasionally, a bit of support is what she needs.

NEIGHBOUR : someone in the next room that has to deal with her late-night x files reruns ( and occasionally has a good talk with ).

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* phocbe.

     SLEEP HAS NEVER COME EASY FOR PHOEBE, but insomnia is easy to mask around here, apparently. whether it’s the constant stream of impromptu parties on the first floor or sharing cigarettes by the pool, someone is always awake and willing to indulge ; in fact, she considers herself lucky that casey called her up for a change of scenery… well, relatively speaking.  “  i’ve actually never heard this one before… it’s really nice, though. and pfft, are you kidding me ? i have a steadfast belief that milkshakes and fries just taste better at this hour. besides, saves me from another night of counting sheep and listening to the guy in the room next door jack off  –  and i know that sounds crass, but these walls are thin, and how many times can he watch the same porn over and over ? i’ve started memorizing the dialogue at this point.  ”  noting that it might not be the greatest topic shared over food, phoebe wrinkles her nose, breezing on,  “  busy shift tonight, then ?  ”

had her thoughts not been marred by sleeplessness, Casey might’ve thought this a scene out of those cheap movies she’d caught on late-night television. sure, the hour was close enough, but it certainly wasn’t screened from the weak glow of a glass screen. this was real life, the epitome of a good time being the cold fryer grease between her thumb and pointer finger. “ are you FOR REAL? this song’s been on almost every mixtape in my car. it’s a winner, ” she murmured, eyes starry as they glanced upward towards the spots of fluorescence on the ceiling. “ really, anythin’ bryan adams is. ”

a laugh spilled from between her lips, bitten pink and sticky with soft drink. “ oh, that’s gross. he mustn’t like change, if you know the lines by heart. ” thin walls and not much else between the rooms let every little noise creep through, whether it was death metal at six am or soft whimpers from a late-night phone call. “ not too busy. quiet, usually is. there’s always the same guy that comes through on that shift. kinda old, an’ he has a green parrot patch on his jacket. always needs a new box of strawberry pop tarts. ‘s it quiet back at starlit? ”

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fingertips grey with dust, Casey thumbed through a row of vhs covers in the motel lounge. most were gaudy pirated jobs – odd b-lists she’d never once heard of. films weren’t exactly her thing. she’d much prefer to keep her eyes glued to boorish daytime television. except, with a short hiatus on the reruns she so desperately relied on for entertainment, there was little else to do except retreat here and pass the time until work later that night. every now and then a gem or two showed up. Deathsport ; a Mad Max-esque spinoff was all she could muster at the thought. perhaps even better was Killer Klowns from Outer Space. a small town horror movie classic she remembered sitting through as a child. she reached for both, sliding them across the worn carpet for the latest passer-by to hold judgement. “ tell me what you think a better option’d be. clowns or angry buff guys on motorbikes? ”

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w/ a monotone voice “wow that is so wild”

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* closed starter for @phocbe !

though the yellow neon light of the diner made her meal appear ugly, she was more than grateful for the food. close to one in the morning and still tugging at the scratchy collar of her work blouse, it was only by dumb luck Phoebe had picked up at the end of her shift, stomach growling and eyes circled dark with fatigue. she didn’t know who else to call. most from the Starlit were still awake at this time, sure, but who’d be in their right mind to pick up? oftentimes her door would be shut by eleven as the hours grew old. she was no night owl, and they all knew it. as one hand dragged a limp chip through a puddle of mustard she raised the other with a finger to her lips. “ shh, listen. ” over the speakers a muffled version of heat of the night spilled out, marred with radio static. Casey took a meditative sip from her glass of cola before continuing. “ i adore bryan adams. such a good song, don’t you think? oh, and thanks again for meeting me for food once i got off work. guess offering to shout you somethin’ sweetened the deal, too. ”

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* closed starter for @prophetallen !

all she’d watched for the last half hour was the mottled ceiling of the lobby. water stains, discarded wads of gum, a pencil or two and messy scrawls of call me’s and telephone numbers dotted the faded paint in constellations. the rest of the space wasn’t any less entertaining. she’d listen to the generic ‘ i left my key inside my room ’ or ‘ what the HELL were in those brownies you gave me? ’ sometimes she’d be blessed with a screamer over roaches in the room, maybe two or on good days, a pet scorpion hiding between their bedsheets. she smiled to herself at the thought, not bothering to look down at her hands. between her fingers was a broken earring she fiddled with. though she’d come in looking for something to repair it with, it soon became a lost cause. never mind the pearls were a family heirloom – she would’ve ended up pawning it quick enough, anyway.

her attention shifted only with the soft clack of heels that entered the lobby. Casey peered towards the doorway, half-asleep and uncaring for the new crick in her neck. “ hey, Chris, hold on. ” all she had to see to recognise him was the back of his head. she reached out to tap his arm gently. “ what d’you think the chances are someone’d answer if i called a number on the ceiling? pick one. ”

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* bowic.

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“Tonight, is the night, when two become one,” she sang, letting her sheer robe fall off her shoulders, shimmying slightly as she grabbed a makeup brush and her favorite eyeshadow palette, about to dust a soft golden color onto her lids when she was interrupted by a knock at her door. Setting down her palette, she glided over to the door and smiled once she opened it to reveal Casey. “Hey, gorgeous! Come in! I was just getting ready for the day.”

gaudy logo of her work blouse peeking from underneath the jacket hastily thrown over her shoulders, Casey’s countdown to her morning shift reached boiling point when a text came through – ‘ you’re swapped for the afternoon shift. ’ a frustrated exhale left her as the heels of her sneakers hit the steps. though she resigned to treat herself to breakfast at the diner she paused at the first floor, instead going to knock on Bowie’s door. it wasn’t TOO early, she’d hoped. still in the bottom of her bag was a cassette, all brittle plastic and faded images. waiting awkwardly, she shuffled back to leave before the door swung open. “ hey, morning. i found this a while ago, ” she fished for the tape and held it out to show the neon blue Erotica-era portrait of Madonna. “ two dollars. can you believe it? thought i’d drop it off since my boss decided to scrap my shift this morning, see if you wanted a listen. you got any time to kill? ”

[thrilled]

my entire life captured in a single image

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janis joplin, madona, the white stripes, motley crue, ac/dc

janis joplin - in your opinion, what was the greatest time or era for music?

‘ guess it’s trashy for me to say the EIGHTIES but i love the crappy pop songs and weird synths that came out of it, i really do. it was a little messy, but you have to appreciate the fact people like Nick Cave and Madonna showed up then, too. there was a lot to listen to, i think it really made for a good decade. also, i can’t stand disco. i was glad somethin’ else took its place. you know how in Freaks and Geeks, Daniel and Ken said disco sucks? they were right. ’

madonna - describe your crush.

answered !  

the white stripes - are you close with your family?

‘ kinda. mom’s a terror sometimes but i love her, she knows me. my dad’s the same, i miss him a lot because he gave me half the records i have today. my younger brother, he’s the real goody two-shoes workin’ with the police back in Bangor, we didn’t get along that well and don’t talk a lot now. i’m real close with my older brother. he’s rude and tormented me when we were younger, but he taught me to skate, drink, drive my car. it was his before i got it. ’

motley crue - what are your favorite brands? ( define your sense of style )

answered !   

ac / dc - name 7 things that piss you off.

‘ talking really loudly over the phone, slow walkers that block the footpath, gettin’ your sleeves wet when you wash your hands. i hate eatin’ food that’s gone cold. gossip. people that talk during movies. um, anythin’ by DEVO. ’ 

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Blondie, The Mamas & The Papas, Iron Maiden

blondie - are you a virgin?

‘ I WISH. caved to some guy i knew from sunday school a while back. ‘s funny, actually, because when i was sixteen i was dead set on the idea i’d save myself for when i got married. for years i even had a sticky note on my vanity mirror i saw every morning that said i was gonna keep to my word. didn’t stick, clearly. ’  

the mamas & the papas - define yourself in 5 words.

‘ i can’t think of anything. ’

iron maiden - would you say you have a “sexy” figure?

‘ oh, hardly. i’m built like a lanky teenage boy that does track every morning. five nine and no chest, no hips, nothing. it’s different, an’ i like it because i can get into any pair of jeans i find. doesn’t matter if they’re meant for men or not, they’ll fit. ’

[earthin]

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Is it so strange to walk back home, I wouldn’t listen, for what it’s worth, Watching my time wrinkle alone

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Motley Crue, Neil Young, Johnny Cash, Madonna

motley crue - what are your favorite brands? ( define your sense of style )

‘ most of my wardrobe are jeans, shirts and sneakers. stuff i can move around in. i hated wearing skirts and dresses for school. i like the old pair of Levi’s i found at a clothes store back in Bangor, i don’t really wear anything other than those. most of my shirts have no labels, i cut ‘em off because they itch at the back of my neck. they’re usually heavy cotton ones, Fruit of the Loom, i think. as for shoes i have a couple pairs of Converse high-tops. a pair of white ones, and black ones if i get sick of ‘em. oh, and i have one nice blue dress that i’ll wear for church and nothin’ else. ’

neil young - do you play any instruments?

‘ i got made to play the flute when i was in high school. purposely left that at home because i couldn’t play it then, and i can’t play it now. if i tried i could probably teach myself to play somethin’ else, guitar or piano, but i’m not planning that anytime soon. ’

johnny cash- are you a religious person?

‘ sort of, not really. i was raised Catholic so there’re a couple habits i still have. once i caught myself genuflecting before i sat down in a movie row, i’ll never forget doin’ that. and i still go for mass on Easter and Christmas but that’s it. ’ 

madonna - describe your crush.  

‘ i’ve liked him since i was little. six feet tall. pretty green eyes and brown hair that’s kinda short. big broad shoulders and usually wears a trench coat. intelligent, too! always has his mind on somethin’ and he’s in love, too, but not with me. can’t really sing, either. ‘s alright though, he’s a good actor and i love seeing him on tv. ’

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The Beatles - Guns n Roses

the beatles - are you a flirt?

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guns n roses - do you do drugs?

‘ every now and then. i’m not real big on it. sure, it’s fun if you’re out at a party, you don’t know anyone and you’ve run out of drinks. otherwise, not really. ‘s something i’d only do if i had nothin’ better to do. and i wouldn’t touch the hard stuff, either.i don’t wanna sound all high and mighty, really – but i’m hardly game enough to show up to work like that, since my boss loves springing a surprise extra shift on me every week. i sure can’t count and ring up a total in the checkout if my head’s on another planet. last time my big brother tried showin’ up to work like that, he came home twenty minutes later with a busted lip and blood nose because his boss socked him. not to mention, mom was furious because he got fired. enough of a cautionary tale for anyone. ’

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Journey / The Beatles

journey - what’s your favorite band?

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the beatles - are you a flirt?

‘ i’d hope not? a lotta people back home used to think i was since i used to spend a lot of time around my brother’s friends. not much room for it though if i’m busy tryin’ to not stack it off my skateboard. but i don’t think i am. if i’m talkin’ to somebody, it’s because i like to talk and ask them things. no point in talking if you won’t learn something about them while you do. ’

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journey, paul anka, deep purple

journey - what’s your favorite band?

‘ oh, i like the growlers a lot. their stuff’s real good, but i’m stuck a little between them and the shins. depends on how i’m feelin’ and what i want to listen to. it’s a matter of seeing how i feel on the day, i guess. ’

paul anka - are you a romantic person?

‘ NOT REALLY – i’ve never been the best at being with someone. ‘s always the too touchy, or real gushy boys i get stuck with. uh, i’ve dated and it’s gone alright, nothing too special. i got bored a lot of the time but it’s been a couple years since. don’t really know anymore. ’

deep purple - 3 of your greatest fears.

‘ those tight shiny pants guys in a glam rock band wear. little kids ; i love ‘em, but those ones who tell you about imaginary friends or say hello to nothing that’s there freak me out. also really don’t like snakes. i know you’re meant to just leave ‘em be and get on with your day elsewhere but one time i got stuck in the shed and had to wait on my dad’s workbench until someone came to get me out. ’

[cantremember]

distract me from real life

[emily-simon]

Led Zeppelin: 4 turn ons

The Doors: 2 places you’d like to visit

Pink Floyd: What are some things that make you sad?

The Rolling Stones: What’s better, a fling/one night stand or serious relationship?

Jimi Hendrix: Name 8 things that make you happy

The Runaways: Would you say you are self confident?

Metallica: Do you have any special talents?

The Ramones: Do you have any pets?

Simon & Garfunkel: What song(s) help you get through the day?

The Beatles: Are you a flirt?

The Mamas & The Papas: Define yourself in 5 words

Blondie: Are you a virgin?

Nirvana: Are you an artistic/creative person?

David Bowie: Are you a follower or a leader?

Red Hot Chili Peppers: Have you been to any concerts? Which ones?

Iron Maiden: Would you say you have a “sexy” figure?

Guns N Roses: Do you do drugs?

Motörhead: Are you a totally badass motherfucker?

Pat Benatar: Ever been in love?

The Who: 2 of your favorite foods and 2 of the foods you hate

Pantera: Did you ever get into a fist fight?

The Moody Blues: What’s your favorite genre of music?

Journey: What’s your favorite band?

Genesis: Do you genuinely care about others, even strangers?

AC/DC: Name 7 things people do that piss you off

Paul Anka: Are you a romantic person?

The Kinks: 3 of your favorite blogs

Suzi Quatro: What do you look like right now?

Motley Crue: What are your favorite brands? (Define your sense of style)

Neil Young: Do you play any instruments?

Rainbow: What’s better, day or night?

Joan Jett: Sexual orientation?

The Misfits: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?

Janis Joplin: In your opinion, what was the greatest time or era for music?

Deep Purple: 3 of your greatest fears

The Tragically Hip: 6 things you want to accomplish

Aerosmith: Favorite celebrity? Least favorite?

Johnny Cash: Are you a religious person?

The White Stripes: Are you close with your family?

Madona: Describe your crush

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* lazybcne.

           lethargy comes in waves – much like the sea, he’s unpredictable, ruled by the moon, sometimes dormant and soft, a gentle ebb to wet your toes ; and other times he’s all the energy of a tempest. thus far, it’s been a relatively calm demeanour to his actions, though there’s movement in his bones, an itch to be on his feet, hands making a grab for the first item they come into contact with, which just so happens to be a child of prague figurine ( plastic, almost kitsch, but worshipped by some ). a memoir, perhaps, from a catholic upbringing – or was it evangelical? archie hardly recalls, eyes drifting back towards her as she fiddles with her phone, the statue tossed from palm to palm in his ungodly hands. laughter swallowed in avid pursuit by a sigh is a sound he knows all too well. his eyes only just catch her on the brink of a smile and it stirs something like affection in his stomach, a satisfaction at having caused such a visceral human response. recognition is something he strives for – but even a smile from casey is achievement enough.

          he’s got a smart alec answer for almost everything, pseudophilosophical gambits often spilling from his lips when he lacks any real interest. with casey it’s post-ironic ; she understands where he’s coming from even if she doesn’t always appreciate the nature of his dull wit. “if i were a runaway kid in a film, we would’ve already boned by now.” uncouth, considering the sober backdrop of their conversation, but archie can’t fight the grin that itches at his lips and soon stretches to encompass his whole face. eyes clap on hers attempting to gauge a reaction. perhaps she’ll blush. that’d tickle him satisfied. “i know how they’d stage us. lovers, separated by distance, who remain in touch by letters – loads of voiceover writing montages, i bloody love a montage – confess their closet love, rekindle after years apart, bone instantly. there aren’t any condom problems and everything’s great, still shot of two half-naked figures lying in a bed, staring at the roof. a sixty-seven percent positive review on rotten tomatoes. that would be us as a film narrative because audiences love the whole overbaked friends-to-lovers trope.” somewhere during his monologue, he’s found himself thumbing an anthology of poems, pages flitting past his fingers before he can snap up any language from their verse. “rooney mara plays you.”

her eyes, trained on a spot of water that leaked down between the roof tiles to leave a buckled patch of plaster on the ceiling, didn’t move down to the statue tossed between Archie’s palms with a soft pat, even if the noise hit a nerve the wrong way. hardly in the mood for odd sounds that didn’t sit quite right between the warbled voices of the radio and steady drip of the haphazard gutters outside, she reached to clasp his wrist between her fingers delicately. the touch was gentle, treating the joints like porcelain instead of something supposedly strong enough to best concrete. “ be careful with that thing, ” Casey finally spoke, an incredulous huff worked its way out between her teeth. “ that’s delicate, an’ i’d hardly want to see it break. that was so brittle when i bought it, dunno how it didn’t split on the drive back. ” if she were to be truthful she would tell him too smash the damn thing into a million pieces on the worn carpet. in spite of that, sentimentality still got the better of her. upon getting back to Starlit with the piece of junk on her back seat, she swallowed the compulsion to crush it with the heel of her sneaker. it was a snippet of home – or a half-hearted apology for her lack of faith.

uncharacteristic sour thoughts were soon wiped clean. all she could focus on was the fierce heat in her cheeks that easily worked its way to the tips of her ears. indecency was a vice far too common here ; this barely overstepped a boundary, yet it still caught her off guard. Casey stared at him dumbly. goldfish face, no discernible emotion across it. he was sure to get a kick out of that. “ only sixty-seven percent? ” finally working up the courage to talk, her voice cracked in disbelief. soft clicking came from the nail she picked at. “ i feel bad to disappoint you by havin’ nothing else to say, ‘cept i don’t know what to tell you. ” films were his expertise – never hers. last time the darkness of a theatre graced her was a slow evening with twelve dollars in her pocket and a couple hours to shave off until bedtime. “ still, i think she’s pretty. that’s a good choice. who’d play you? ”