#gemma mack

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welcome to crossroads, gemma mack !

* this is a sample application, filled out by the admin for an example of what we’re looking for ! anything with a * next to it will not be posted for applicants. 

about the player.

name / alias : ashley age : 30 timezone : cst triggers : * family death ( #family death cw ) banned faceclaims : * none!

about the character.

character desired : gemma mack faceclaim : florence pugh ( second choice : ester exposito ) birthday / zodiac : april 3, 1995 / aries sexual / romantic orientation : bisexual / biromantic anything else : myers briggs - istp. hogwarts - ravenclaw. alignment - chaotic evil.

writing sample.

3am.  It was the slowest hour they had on the night shift. Truckers were usually pulled over to the side of the highway somewhere, those who lived in town and drove out to ( sort of ) close by towns for work weren’t yet awake for coffee and pancakes. The only people awake - or alive, it seemed - were Gemma and whatever cook was playing tetris on their phone in the kitchen.  It was also the time her restless nature settled in the most; sometimes in a fit of nostalgia, she’d lurk former ‘friends’ instagrams, looking at the life she gave up without a second thought. She’d hover over her mothers email address, wondering if she should bother to reach out - not that it mattered, really. They knew where their darling daughter Grace was - dead, left behind in Beverly Hills with the Vera Wang gowns and designer jeans that made her ass look good.  ( okay, so, she still got jeans that made her ass look good, but she wasn’t destitute, she was just a little more frugal. ) “YES!” she heard Jack proclaim from the kitchen - probably beating his own high score in Candy Crush - as she settled down in one of the booths, pulling her knees up to her chest.  It had been almost three years since the last incident - a trucker who got too handsy - but she knew the familiar itch in her veins, the bloodlust that caused her to bite her nails down to the cuticles, the thrumming that made her veins sing with desire. Violence, she’d once told Wyatt, is what kept me going from place to place. It’s what kept most of them going. She settled it down with small cons and the occasional fight in the parking lot, but she knew she’d snap - and soon.  She just didn’t know over what.  But it couldn’t be tonight, and not against anyone she sort of genuinely cared about - especially not Jack, who was humming to himself in the kitchen. So she rang the bell in the window between them, smiling when he looked up at her. “Whatdya say we eat some pancakes to kill time? I could die for some chocolate chips right about now.”  It wouldn’t feed the hole, but it might tame the beast. At least for a few more days. And sometimes, that was all that mattered. 

anything else.

link to blog, pre opening aesthetic and task 001 playlist.  wanted connections //               on again / off again fling - someone who knows everything gemma’s done, but still puts up with her. a vaguely toxic relationship with infidelity, fighting and the constant threat of one ( potentially literally ) killing the other that neither would ever truly make good on.                roommate - preferably a male muse, but open to anyone ! someone gemma’s lived with since settling into town ( or vice versa, depending on who came first ). they get along but the tension of living with someone ( especially as chaotic as gemma can be ) gets to them sometimes. 

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birthday april 3, 1995 zodiac sign aries sexual orientation bisexual romantic orientation biromantic

                                            ↪ grace blanche mack was supposed to lead a life in the limelight - with fancy hollywood parents producing hollywood blockbusters and promoting the hottest new hits, it was her destiny to be a child star. but grace - who loathed her name from the moment she was old enough to understand both it and the world she lived in - never wanted any part of the stage or screen. she was content to hide away in the shadows, manipulating and toying with people until things went her way. 

                                              the truth was, there was a darkness inside of her, one that threatened to swallow her whole. on the rare occasion she was spurned, it was always someone else’s fault. when another won sixth grade class president, she feigned innocence at their tumble down a flight of stairs. when she wasn’t nominated for prom queen ( despite expressing no interest in the matter ), everyone was surprised to find the winner’s tires slashed of her brand new mercedes. and when she didn’t get into the college she wanted - an ivy league out east, full of pretentious legacies and prodiges she could spend the next four years toying with - she decided enough was enough, and packed her bags without so much as a ‘goodbye’.                                                  grace mack, the girl next door who smiled innocently in pictures and attempted to pretend to appease her parents was dead and gone - for the first year, her blonde tresses were dyed black, and her anger was the only way anyone even knew she was around. she tried a few different names on for size - in vegas, she was genevieve, in new york, she was gennifer, but it was on her way back home - for a sizeable withdrawal of her bank account that her parents left open in case she came back - that gemma mack was officially born.                                                to most who lived there, crossroads was a hell on earth. but for gemma, it was a new start - a new beginning. while she had no real discernible skills, she could make it as a waitress - flirting with guys, conning truckers into one night stands ( sometimes for cash if she was bored enough ), the occasional fight with someone if they pushed her far enough - and in the meantime, she found a family of her own. while her parents are still funding her lifestyle, they don’t bother trying to reach out to her - after all, their beauty queen grace was gone, and gemma was never bringing her back. 

                                     mackgemma. ( florence pugh. )