#connie.

[sunb0ts]

started playing ace attorney!

[strcinedhecrts]

LOCATION: crow's nest motel. FOR: open!

ANOTHER NIGHT, ANOTHER DOLLAR. while constanza knew what the phrase actually was -- in the case of her life, it was completely the opposite. while the rest of the world slept ( some peacefully, some not ), she was tasked with overseeing the inn to the best of her cognitive ability, fueled by coffee and sheer spite against herself. she was doing this for nora, to give her the best the world had to offer. it was enough to get buy, enough to give them a life. but where the job lacked, noticeably, is any kind of stimuli. anything to hold her interests, when her tasks were said and done. the lobby is desolate, that is, besides the sounds of her worn book pages -- and she can feel herself sinking into the chair she presides in. another night of nothing.

that is, until the sounds of worn boots announce a visitor. constanza quickly moves to adjust -- perhaps the signs being a hair too clear that she was zoning out. the world felt far too overwhelming these days to even begin to comprehend or make sense of -- the aftermath of the swarm owning the air much like the ghastly bugs themselves. connie had considered herself lucky that she wasn't anywhere near it -- that her daughter was okay, that her siblings were okay. and yet, this rebel heart finds herself caring far too much. connie accompanies her sister when she can to offer food and water -- and the sights of those faces, in overwhelming pain, have stuck with her for far longer than she cares to admit.

back to the boots. the wayfaring stranger? a friend? an enemy? regardless, the time for connie to offer herself relief from always being on her gaurd is over. she's focused, processing the face as it treads closer and closer.

" lookin' for a room? or is it just a wandering kind of evening? "

[drewwhittemore]

🔛 - make love to, have a quickie with, be rough / kinky with. (nadia, katerina, connie)

MAKE LOVE TO: Connie HAVE A QUICKIE WITH: Katerina BE ROUGH/KINKY WITH: Nadia

@adashofnadia @rosesjustdie @ofcandyism

[molassesjuice]

no one:

Rebeca Sugar:

Me:

[titanhearted]

hailing from rock bottom, loserville, nothing town, text book version of the kid going nowhere fast, and now i'm yelling kiss my ass ( give 'em hell, turn their heads, gonna live life 'til we're dead, give me scars, give me pain --- then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me: there goes a fighter )

[strcinedhecrts]

LOCATION: the red line diner, early morning. FOR: open!

FRESH OFF HER SHIFT at the crow's nest, there was something in connie that just couldn't quite begin wandering home yet. every now and then she'd spend some time at the red line -- with the drunkards that were teetering over into hangover territory, and the restless ones overflowing with stories. soon she'd stumble in the direction of mami's place, make sure that nora had everything she needed before she went off for school. if she was going to do anything, it was make sure that her daughter was everything that she wasn't. and yet, the last thing she wanted was for her daughter to feel like she was a band-aid to be plastered over her grandmother's heart -- created to atone for the sins of her mother. it's a thought that often crosses her mind as she pushes her eggs around her plate, watches the steam rise from her coffee. lost in thought. she's quickly returned to earth, however, when footsteps approach her table. she doesn't even have to look up, because she's well aware she's not alone. " y'can sit, if you want. " she mutters under her breath. " somethin's got to be up if you're up with me, long before the birds "

[strcinedhecrts]

💭 connie

Send 💭 for something my muse wants to say to yours, but won't.

lucy, i’m terrified you’re going to look at me one day and decide that i’m the reason your sister was taken from us. i love you so much it hurts, and i couldn’t be more proud of the woman you’ve become in the face of all this. i can’t stop blaming myself, and i worry one day you will too.

[strcinedhecrts]

@eatabug

LOCATION: jamila's home, mid-morning FOR: benny muñoz

CONNIE HAD THROWN HERSELF into the nest -- and watching her daughter like a hawk since the moment they had been freed from the community center. they had done what they had to do. nora could be with her father, and her family could be in a place where they wouldn't have to think about rationing a single portion of food. and yet, why did she still feel so heavy in the aftermath -- almost paranoid? perhaps it's why she finds herself compelled to check in on their siblings, in on mami. make sure that everyone was still in one piece, and that none of them had magically vanished overnight.

stranger things had happened.

even if benny was rather thinly-lipped about his relationship with a certain diner waitress -- connie was incredibly observant. her time in the army made such a trait a guarantee. it made her happy to see him happy, especially the way he lit up when he talked about her. attempting crawl into his mind -- she knew he'd probably be in no mood to leave her. thus, the woman finds herself at jamila's front door, at first greeted by a gentleman in a wheelchair, jamila's father, before her eyes soon fall on benny standing by what appeared to be a hallway. her hunch had been correct.

" again, lo siento mr. crowley. i apologize for the interruption to your morning. " she continues, her gaze sincere before her eyes turn to benny again. " i just hoped to check in on my brother. benny, caminas conmigo? "