#50s event.

[justeeyore-blog1]

“You got something important to say or you just here to give me a big tickle?”

[fawneverwould]

INTRODUCTION.

Fawn Everwood has a heart of gold. Not many people know that, however, because no one cares to get too close to her. Granted, she isn’t a very welcome sight with her ever present glare. She doesn’t mean to be so off putting, it just comes naturally. As a child her parents moved around a lot, going wherever they could find work as a young and inexperienced couple. Her mother had been practically disowned for years and with so many siblings, her father’s family couldn’t offer him any kind of support. They didn’t have much. Fawn considered her childhood a happy one however. She made friends with all of the stray dogs and injured birds she met, finding the solace she needed in the animal life form. She was a loner but she was never lonely. Entering her teen years she became a little rougher around the edges, to put it nicely – always saying things she probably shouldn’t, always doing things she definitely shouldn’t. Rules were a mere suggestion. She didn’t mind having the occasional police escort her home if that’s what it came to. And sometimes it did… but Fawn wasn’t breaking the rules for herself.

In all of the traveling she’d done, her eyes were opened to many problems. Pets without homes, women without rights, people without jobs. She could see it everywhere she looked. All she had to do was pick up a newspaper, it was right there in black and white. This country could use a change. Watching her parents and others around her struggling, and worse than that seeing that no one was doing anything about it, lit a fire in her. It wasn’t like she was trying before but she became too busy trying to save the world to worry about a social life outside of what just fell into place. Fighting for people and especially animals that couldn’t fight for themselves became her thing. She wasn’t naive enough to believe that one raindrop could fill a lake. But it was a start. If she could be the first domino to fall that was enough. Her passion and dedication consumed her. She didn’t mind. She was hellbent on creating a better America for her children, grandchildren and all of the generations to come, and she was on the verge of it. She could feel it.

CONNECTIONS.

Oliver Spade – One of her only friends. Or so she thought, until one day he just disappeared without a trace. By the time she got an explanation she had convinced herself she didn’t care. She doesn’t mean to be self absorbed, but she doesn’t need anyone that doesn't need her. This is a grudge she might be holding for awhile.

Tiffani Belle -- Tink is not Fawn’s favorite person. While she doesn’t dislike her, she dislikes what she stands for. She seems to think Fawn’s beliefs are childish and that irks her. She doesn’t care how the other girl feels, she doesn’t want to hear it.

Vidia Bellefonte -- Vidia is, other than her parents, the only person Fawn trusts completely. She’d consider the girl her best friend. She’s also her voice of reason, and probably the only thing that keeps her from getting herself into serious trouble.

[torinpascal]

INTRODUCTION.

Torin Pascal was about as creative as people could come. She was bursting at the seams with imagination, a quality that she was proud of, but unfortunately her parents did not support her wild dreams. They thought she was ridiculous for dreaming of ways to change the world and things that were too far-fetched to ever happen. It caused quite a rift between them. They insisted she focus on school and reality and she was forced to comply. She had to. It was either that or be disowned, and she didn’t know how to survive without them. She wasn’t necessarily a spoiled kid, but she was used to the luxuries in life. So she didn’t stop dreaming, but she was careful to keep her grades high and her invention related sketches hidden. At thirteen her mother was transferred from Germany to America and Torin was thrilled. She didn’t have many friends in her country as it was, she’d heard that Los Angeles was where famous people got started, and she thought that maybe she could find people there that understood the way her mind worked and liked that about her. It was the most exciting thing to happen in her life and though it didn’t turn out exactly how she’d hoped, she still found herself at home there.

Going into high school she became more interested in art, something she didn’t have to keep so much of a secret. It was a gamble but it was something that made sense. She was too shy to be a singer or a dancer but she began to make costumes for plays and help out with set work. Her parents were glad to see her get involved with the activities, finally putting her creative side towards something useful. It was the only authentic thing about their daughter that they were proud of. Little did they know that under her bed she had a stash of tools and props she’d snuck off set to try to bring some of her ideas to life. She knew that if they found out she wasn’t as grounded as they thought and was still stuck on all of the impossible dreams she’d had since she was a little girl, they would be done with her. She’d been told too many times to change her beliefs. So she put on a smile and let her parents believe that she was their perfect little shy, levelheaded daughter. But she was going to prove to them that she had been right all along just being herself, whenever she could actually figure out how to make something life-changing... which was, admittedly, taking longer than she’d hoped.

CONNECTIONS.

Open – She could use a best friend, a ‘partner in crime’ that fuels her imagination, a girlfriend or boyfriend, even better if they’re secret either being a girl or a greaser, someone that tries to make her life harder, honestly we’d love any ideas you’ve got.

[thisguyfred-blog1]

INTRODUCTION.

Fredrick Correy came from fortune and it was hard to hide, though it was nothing he was ashamed of. While the money hadn’t ruined him, he couldn’t help being spoiled by it. It was impossible not to be. The clothes he dressed in were expensive, his bedroom was the size of a small house and he could afford to buy anything he wanted around town. He was the envy of the less fortunate, but he would have given it all up just to feel loved. His parents had chosen not to start a family until they could provide for their child, and that had been a good plan, though most times it seemed they were more concerned about their careers than little Fred. He would beg and plead for them to come play with him, or read him a story, or tuck him in, but the answer was always the same. They were too busy. His father had worked his way into being one of the most well known comic book writers in the world, his mother was an up and coming fashion designer, and both of them had more important things to tend to than their son’s boredom. Oftentimes they would go out to fancy dinners or fly out of state and he was left alone in their large abode with only their housekeeper for company. He tried to distract himself with comic books, mainly the ones his dad wrote as he’d been told he was the inspiration behind them, and knickknacks and trips to the beach, but it wasn’t the same as having a loving family.

Or a loving... anyone, really. The people that worked for his family weren’t interested in speaking with him unless he had chores for them. Money was something he’d always had so he could come off a bit pampered, not grasping the value of its worth. That was the first thing people would notice about him which made it easy to over look his sense of humor and his kindness. He didn’t excel at anything so he couldn’t make friends through his hobbies. His mother tried to push him into show business but it wasn’t his thing. He wasn’t a sporty person, he didn’t care much about cars and driving fast, he didn’t go to parties. He wasn’t good at school; in fact, he was terrible at it, to the point that he needed a tutor to even get by. His lack of knowledge was another wall between him and other kids his age. The only activity that could hold his attention for longer than a week was writing, following in his father’s footsteps, but he felt his comics were never as good so he would toss them out halfway through only to start the pattern over again. The only thing he had going for him was the charities he’d started donating regularly to in high school. He found while it didn’t fill the holes in his life and himself completely, it did make him happy to be able to help people that weren’t as wealthy as him, and if that was all he could do at least it meant he’d had a positive impact on someone during his time on earth. 

CONNECTIONS.

Harmony Lopez – Hired by the family as his personal tutor, Harmony is the one person Fred considers a friend. She’s smart and has helped a lot, but Fred likes when she’s around just because the house is livelier. Part of him has considered purposely failing his college classes so she’ll still have a reason to continue to hang around and earn a living, but he’d never tell anyone that. How sad it would be to have to buy friendship.

[justeeyore-blog1]

INTRODUCTION.

The Great Depression was decades before Eeyore’s time, but it had lasting effects on her family and in turn, her. A life of poverty was all that she’d ever known. She was lucky to get ‘new’ clothes that weren’t already torn or three sizes too big. It wasn’t something that had ever bothered her and it wasn’t a problem for anyone else until she reached preteen age. Suddenly the other kids didn’t care how funny she was or that she could come up with the most exciting stories. Those things didn’t matter anymore. She became the laughingstock for wearing baggy clothes and being so different. It really crushed her soul. She started coming home in tears, disheartened and completely unhappy. Her father had to plead with her to get out of bed and get ready for school. This was the same little girl that used to wake up three hours early because she was too excited for the adventures of the day to sleep. The change in her was unsettling. After three years of realizing that it wasn’t getting better, her parents decided to make a move to California with the hopes that they would find better job opportunities and their daughter could make some friends. The teenagers there weren’t immediately accepting of her either though. She was still dressed in rags and her optimistic personality paired with her unusual name didn’t bode well for her. It wasn’t two days after she’d started her new school that she became a target.

This time, though, Eeyore decided that she wasn’t going to run away. This time, when another girl insulted her, she squared her shoulders and stood her ground. And when that didn’t work, when she was called yet another name, Eeyore punched her square in the jaw. It wasn’t like students tried to befriend her over night for assaulting their classmate. If anything she’d made herself even more of an outcast. But she’d earned respect. She’d proved that she wasn’t going to sit by and let people mess with her. She let them all know she wasn’t weak. That moment was the biggest turning point in her life. It lead to her finding her place in this new city, even if it wasn’t her first choice, and overtime she saved up enough change to afford a thrift store leather jacket and a tube of eyeliner to make sure she looked the part. The vibe she gave off was a little mean, a lot bitter, but if anyone tried to get to know her they’d realize she was really a sweetheart underneath all of her layers. She was just guarded, she had a lot of walls up to get through. But it could be done. She hated to be that way but she was never going to let the words of strangers impact her as severely as they had before. She was never going let herself be broken again.

CONNECTIONS.

Open Spots – Give this girl some friends !!! or a girlfriend/boyfriend, or an ex, or a rival, secret fling. Anything. Though I’d love a reason to use happy gifs, hint hint.

[zoinkshaggy]

INTRODUCTION.

Norville Jensen was raised by the best parents he could’ve asked for. The first few years of his life was spent travelling the world with them. They had nothing more than the clothes on their backs, but they were happy. They worked odd jobs and sometimes begged for change to afford food and gas for the car. It was a struggle. That was okay. Norville enjoyed his childhood. He was able to see so many different places and he was surrounded by constant love. Though he was young he holds many fond memories of those times to this day and in the future, he’d love to travel the country again; it’s the closest thing to a life plan he’s ever had. The three of them lived out of their vehicle until it broke down in California and, since Norville was supposed to start school after that summer, his parents took it as a sign to stay in one place for a little while. When his father managed to snag a more permanent job with decent pay, a little while turned into a long while. Having a house to live in and a town to grow familiar with was new to the little boy, and he wasn’t quite sure how to take it. He realized on his first day of school that he did not like being around strangers and away from his family. All of the change, or the lack of it you could say, was overwhelming to put it lightly.

He could chalk up his anxiety to the lack of social interaction he’d had, but it didn’t get much easier with practice. It was just a part of him. Since he was seen hanging around all the time but never starting conversations or introducing himself, no one really knew his name. With his disheveled look Norville became known as Shaggy, something that may have been meant as an insult but he didn’t mind. It was kind of fitting. The only thing that had helped was the stray dog he’d found, fed scraps to, and eventually took in. He’d thought Scooby needed him but it turned out to be the other way around. He wished he was better at making friends but he had a best friend now, and it was easier to hold conversations with him by his side. Eventually he stopped minding that other people didn’t understand because he didn’t have to explain himself to Scooby or his parents. They all loved him for who he was, and that was enough. In that he gained more confidence, and it didn’t get rid of his nerves but it did ease them at least. After long days he always had a happy home to go back to. What more could he ask for?

CONNECTIONS.

Open – Give my boy some friends, enemies, frenemies, exes, idc.

[vitanitf]

INTRODUCTION.

For a long time violence was all that Vitani knew. From the moment she was born her mother molded and shaped her into the daughter that she wanted her to be -- daring, ruthless and unafraid. A carbon copy of herself. As a child that had never known how it felt to be cared about, a child just striving to get some sort of approval from the woman that raised her, she went along with it. She did whatever she was told, no questions asked. She was determined to take over the family business, but as she grew older it became more and more apparent that was never Zira’s plan. She proved herself over and over again for nothing. It was like her mother could see through her, like she knew that she wasn’t all bad. She wasn’t completely heartless. And she hated her for it. One night, after Vitani had almost gotten killed during a deal gone wrong, she was chewed out for not succeeding, no matter how much she tried to explain that it was out of her control and she’d been set up from the beginning. She wouldn’t listen. She never listened. Vitani decided she’d had enough. She couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t bend over backwards and risk her life and never get the least bit of recognition for it. She snapped. Against her better judgement she gave her mother a piece of her mind, she went as far as to accuse her of trying to murder her in the first place. And she paid the price for it.

Vitani was told to leave and never come back, which was ironically, in that moment, exactly what she wanted to do. She told herself she didn’t care, though instead of being numb like she’d hoped, she was angry and hurt. She’d lost everything she’d worked for her entire life. Eighteen years, wasted. It was a hard pill to swallow. She found herself climbing off a bus in California, alone and out of money, living on the streets and stealing food to survive. But she wasn’t afraid and she certainly wasn’t defeated. If there was one good thing that came from her past, she knew how to take care of herself. After hanging around for a few weeks she eventually butted her way in with the Greasers and found more of a place with them than she ever had her so called family. She found the acceptance she’d been missing. She also found happiness. For the first time in her life, Vitani was free. She wasn’t being controlled or manipulated, she wasn’t being talked down to. No one was telling her who she had to be and it was like the heaviest of weights had been lifted off of her shoulders. She had nothing to prove and no one to change for. Starting over with nothing was a disappointment, but it was what she needed. It gave her the chance to open her eyes to the way things were. She’d learned that she wasn’t a good person. But she wasn’t a bad person either. And that was perfectly okay.

CONNECTIONS.

Kiara Santucci – Vitani was raised to believe that anyone with a Santucci name was someone she should hate with every fiber of her being. However after being away from her mother’s influence and actually getting to know Kiara a little more, she came to see they weren’t all bad. Whatever feud their families have is between them, it doesn’t stop her from supporting the girl, even considering her a friend.

Nuka Leu – Nuka is pretty much all Vitani has left of her family and she would have it no other way. He’s the one person that’s always been on her side. It took her awhile to see things for the way they were but now that she has, she loves her brother and she’s not ashamed of anyone knowing it. If you want to get to him, you’ll have to get through her first. And that’s probably not going to happen.

[dadgumitsmater]

INTRODUCTION.

Mater grew up in a small town where all the neighbors knew each other and there were more cows than people. As soon as he could walk he was helping his parents on the farm, planting rows of corn and collecting eggs from the hens. It wasn’t long after he started school that his father fell ill. Because of that he never truly had a childhood. As soon as he got home he would have to finish up the chores that his parents hadn’t been able to get to through the day. In the morning he would get up before the sun and take as much of the workload he could off of them before running to school, usually showing up late. But most of the time his teacher let it slide. He was ten years old when his dad became unable to work at all and shortly after, passed away. He was pulled out of school then to tend to the family farm. His mother tried to do it all but she couldn’t. There was too much to do for one person. Around town some of the other kids would laugh at him. He was almost always dirty, he wasn’t as educated as them and he couldn’t come out to play because when he wasn’t sleeping, he was working. But he never complained. He would check books out of the library and try his best to teach himself the things he’d never been able to learn. It was tiring, it was boring. Sometimes he felt ashamed, but he kept his head up. It wasn’t until he met Lightning that he was able to break the cycle. With his mother’s insistence that he go out and find bigger and better things, he left her behind, but he was sure to write letters to her every single day.

When he got to LA it didn’t take long for him to realize that he didn’t fit in very well. Outside of the obvious reasons -- like the fact that he’d never even heard of stoplights before getting there -- he was too nice to be a Greaser and too poor to be a Soc. He didn’t see the big deal with all of the rivalries anyway. He didn’t see why everyone couldn’t just get along. But he was loyal to The Racers because he was loyal to his best friend, and he was his right hand man. As concerned as he was about the dangers of what they were doing, and as guilty as he felt about breaking laws, he swallowed those feelings down. He would do whatever it took to help and protect his people. He needed to earn a living somehow. To others it would be easy to write him off as naive and stupid, just by having one conversation with him. But Mater was so much more than that, and he was still trying to catch up on all of the education he’d missed out on from having to drop out of school halfway through the fourth grade. All of the money he didn’t have to spend to get by he put back. It wasn’t for him. His mother was doing okay now, he’d made sure of that before he left, they were making enough money off of their produce to hire help, but a lot of people around town were still hurting and he planned on donating it to them. His heart was just as big and pure as it had always been, it was just a little misguided now.

CONNECTIONS.

Lightning Mcqueen – Lightning is Mater’s best friend and the whole reason he was able to leave Radiator Springs. He wouldn’t be a part of the gang if it wasn’t for him, he wouldn’t have found that his true passion was mechanics, and he would still be working himself to death on his family’s land. Outside of his family he’s the first person to ever see Mater as something other than the dumb farm boy without a dad, and he’s more grateful for that than he could ever put into words.

The Racers – He might not even get along with them all, but Mater is loyal to a fault, and he would die for any one of them. He trusts them with his entire being and he considers each and every one of them a friend whether the feeling is mutual or not.