Hi hi hi! I’m Marissa and I’m about to go to bed but I wanted to drop her intro tonight and get started on replying to things tomorrow! (apologies if things don’t make sense, I’ll try and clean up any confusing pieces when I read it back again tomorrow)
ASTRID BAILEY is a 25 year old PANSEXUAL CISFEMALE who works as a PRODUCTION ASSISTANT for a living. They were born on OCTOBER 5th 1992 in BROOKLYN, NY, USA. We’ve heard they are ENTHUSIASTIC but they can be quite FORGETFUL. Many often claim they look like DAISY RIDLEY, but we don’t see it. We welcome you to The Golden State and may you find everything you’ve been looking for!
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Born and raised in New York, where her mother was a local talk show host. Her father died when she was 10 in a car wreck.
Her mother never wanted her to get even close to show business, so Astrid thought the logical option was to follow her father, who had been a chemistry professor, and go to school some sort of science. But since her heart was never really in it, even though she had the head for it, she tended to bounce around her majors.
However, she had always been awestruck by how busy and exciting the set of even a local talk show was, and found herself longing for that sort of life, despite her mother’s threats. As much as she wanted it, she didn’t want to risk her mother totally cutting her off for doing it.
While she was at college, she ended up having an affair with one of her professors (Colton Morrison). It was also during that time, unfortunately, that she realized she was extremely unhappy in school. In fact, the affair was the only thing she was truly enjoying in her time there. It was only worsened by the fact that she just knew if she switched majors she’d be happier, but she would never be able to afford school in New York on her own.
Unfortunately, her impulsive behavior led her to abruptly leave school, just to return home to look into what her father’s will had actually left her. Turns out, he had left her a decent amount of money, enough to get her out to California while she begged people for a job, just to let her on any set.
Even if her mother wasn’t speaking to her, she was still able to use her name with some local California talk shows, and got herself a production assistant job. She’s mostly getting coffee and making copies, but she hasn’t ever felt more thrilled with what she was doing with herself.
ELLIS FINDLAY is a 38 year old HETEROFLEXIBLE CISMALE who works as a CLUB OWNER for a living. They were born on MARCH 10, 1979 in SEATTLE, WASHINGTON, USA. We’ve heard they are ORGANIZED but they can be quite DEMANDING. Many often claim they look like JOEL KINNAMAN, but we don’t see it. We welcome you to The Golden State and may you find everything you’ve been looking for!
And here’s a second baby here, the ever elusive Ellis. Here are a few pertinent details.
Ellis was born and raised in Seattle. The fourth of eight children, he was born and raised Catholic. The oldest took care of the youngest, but they were pretty spread out, so he’s really only close to his immediate siblings.
That includes his twin sister, who he’d easily die or kill to protect.
He never really had direction in his life, and never knew what he wanted to do, except for own something.
That’s the problem of having so many siblings: you have to share everything.
Ellis got out of Catholicism as fast as he could. He stopped going to mass when he was sixteen. His parents didn’t approve, but with wrangling so many other children, it was hard to follow up.
He went to college for business, because it seemed like a pretty basic thing to do. He graduated with relatively good grades and easily got accepted to UCLA’s business school for grad school.
Once out, he began working in restaurants, managing them; he’d worked as a waiter to put himself through school, so it was easy to jump into the business.
But the restaurant industry was sucking his soul.
The one thing it gave him was an introduction to one of his regulars, who was a gorgeous younger thing.
When he left the restaurant in pursuit of a managerial job at a nightclub, he left her his number, and she called him.
She called the next day. He took her out that night. They fucked in his car.
He fell head over heels with her. He gave her the world. And then, one day, after over a year together, she left.
After weeks of calling, with no answer, he finally went over to her place. She was there, packing. He demanded an answer. She refused.
But. Then.
She finally admitted that she was pregnant. Yes, it was his. No, she didn’t know how to handle it. He promised her the world. She accepted. They moved to San Francisco with a job opportunity for her.
But she was scared. Ellis understood. He didn’t know what he was going to do with a child, but he knew that he was going to make her the happiest woman in the world.
She had their baby girl, who they named Fallen, when Ellis was 30. She was the world to him.
Farren was two when Ellis put a down payment on a nightclub space. He named it Farren’s Hideaway, as she liked to go into the club and hide underneath the booths.
One day, after working on renovations of Farren’s Hideaway, Ellis returned home to a note. I’m sorry. It’s all too much. There were divorce papers. Papers signing over full custody.
Ellis didn’t argue this time or chase after the woman he’d sworn himself to. Why? What was the point, if she’d only be miserable? He gave her what she wanted.
Their day in court was the last day she ever saw him or their daughter.
Farren is now eight, in a fantastic private school, and Farren’s Hideaway is incredibly successful. Ellis prides himself on making it an open and inclusive nightclub.
Sexually, he’s disconnected. He has trouble committing. He does get out; his twin sister lives in the area and babysits for him when she can, which is nearly every night.
And when he needs escape, she’s right there. Farren is incredibly close to her Auntie.
