𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛-𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 '𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎? 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝟷𝟸 𝚘𝚛 𝟿𝟶 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝙸'𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝟸𝟶 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜, 𝙸'𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 '𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, '𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝙸 '𝚖 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚞𝚜е𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟е𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜
TWENTY SEVEN YEARS IN NEW ZEPPELIN, AND CURRENT PORT MANTEAU DWELLER.
♥️ OBSERVANT, LEVEL HEADED✘ STANDOFFISH, DRY
CORDY'S DEAL: cordy loves movies. she's the kind of trash that sits on reddit all day arguing frame by frames with other losers just like her. film is her passion, the history, the study of, the making of, cordy wants to make a career out of her nerdy little hobby, whether that's writing her dumb little essays on her dumb little blog that has little (but not NO) traction, or filling up her bullet journals with idea after idea for the next big slasher that she's going to direct, her life revolves around the silver screen. unfortunately, her very strict parents thought it was a little ridiculous that their youngest child decided on a film studies major instead of persuing something like law, or medical school, and she hasn't really been on speaking terms with them (or allowed access to any of their funds) in several years, but she's getting by.
JOB: cashier @ third eye psychic shop!
LIVES @ THE COMPANY STORE, #6E:
★ OPEN ROOMMATE.