#ourtownaddie

[ceceharps-blog]

TEXTS 📲 CECIE

CECE: I have something to tell you.

[jettzaher-blog]

TEXTS || JADDIE

JETT: You feeling better, or what?

[enzodxm-blog]

INSTA REPLY 📸  ADDZO

@addiealvz: you should set your qualifications higher, you never know who might apply

@enzcdxm: hey now, i'm not picky

[ceceharps-blog]

GOING DOWN SWINGING ➝ CECIE.

TAGGING ➝ Chloe Harper, Addie Morgan-Alvarez.

LOCATION ➝ Cat Scratch Club, CeCe’s car.

TIME FRAME ➝ 12/4, late night.

WARNINGS ➝ Alcohol.

NOTES ➝ CeCe takes Addie home after she quits her job.

CHLOE HARPER

When CeCe had received the text with typos from Addie asking for a ride to work, she’d known exactly why. She had no idea when Addie had started day drinking, but considering everything going on in CeCe’s life lately, she felt like she could understand it. Anything could make you need to drink if you really thought about it, so CeCe hadn’t questioned it. She hadn’t been to work today, so she was just sitting around at Aliyana’s house and wanted to get out of there anyway, so she’d grabbed her keys and gone to pick up her friend. She’d kept her eye on her throughout the drive, but Addie had seemed okay enough, so CeCe chose not to get involved, figuring Addie would tell her if something was really wrong. Then, because she didn’t want to go back to the atmosphere at home yet, she’d decided to stay, at least just for a couple hours.

Although she hadn’t been drinking, the room had been spinning, probably because of everything going on in her head, so she’d needed to step outside and get a little air. She’d used the time to finally respond to those stupid texts from Thyme, and had been out there longer than intended, only pausing when she heard some kind of commotion going down inside, but she figured it was probably nothing, then went back to losing herself in the texts. No sooner had she finally hit send and gone to slip her phone back into her pocket had she heard the screaming voice of her best friend, yelling about how she was done, and that she quit. CeCe’s brows raised as she whirled around on the spot to go inside and see what had happened, but before she had the chance, a very angry Addie was appearing at the door, and CeCe instantly rushed to her side.

“Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay?” she asked, placing her hands on the other girl’s arms and looking at her. Her face looked red, like someone had hurt her. “Addie, what the hell happened in there? What happened to your face?”

[morganmmorgan]

TEXT 📲 MORDDIE

MORGAN: I’ve been trying my best not to worry about you because Jasmine said you were fine, but I can’t help it. I’ve lost you once already and I can’t help but think it’ll happen again. [UNDELIVERED]

MORGAN: I just got you back. [UNDELIVERED]

[ourtown-rp-blog]

[ourtown-rp-blog]

ABOUT THE CHARACTER ➝

NAME ●●● Addie Lina Morgan-Alvarez

AGE ●●● 26

PRONOUNS ●●● She/Her

BIRTHDAY ●●● 09/18

ORDER ●●● Second (Solo)

FROM ●●● Kansas City, Missouri

SEXUALITY ●●● Pansexual/Demiomantic

FULL TIME JOB ●●● Stripper at Cat Scratch Strip Club

WRITER ●●● Teacup

↳ A CLOSER LOOK:

Addie did not have an easy childhood, her father was much more interested in gambling than he was in being a father, not that he had ever been very good at it. There was more than one occasion that Addie remembers of angry men showing up at their home, taking things, breaking things, do whatever they wanted because her father owed them a debt. Her mother was much more interested in keeping herself numb with alcohol than doing anything about it.

Despite everything, Addie was daddy’s little girl, always helping him clean up, cleaning his wounds for him after he was beat up by god knows who, for god knows what. In fact, there were many occasions when she missed school just to help take care of him.

Things changed as she got older, though. Her father liked to bet in the same circles, and liked to owe the same people. There was one man, who Addie had known since she was young, but as she got older, he started to stare at her, letting his eyes wander for too long. When she had barely turned 16 and her father owed a debt, he showed up to the their house offered him a way out with having to pay a dime, all he wanted was to spend a night with Addie. To her horror, her father agreed, caring more about his addiction than anything else.

It was the worst night of Addie’s life, and she cried the entire time. It was her first time having sex, which just made it all that much worse. She knew it was wrong, but she hadn’t been given a choice. Before anyone even woke up the next day, Addie was gone, she threw what little clothes she had in a bag, took her savings that she’d hidden in her room and took off. She didn’t know where to go, but decided New Orleans was a nice place to start. Too bad she couldn’t afford a bus ticket to New Orleans. However, she could afford a ticket to Cotton Plant, more than halfway to New Orleans.

She had only planned to be there for a short time, just long enough to save up for another bus ticket to New Orleans. Of course, she couldn’t get a job anywhere in a small town like that, not when the unemployment rate was already so high. Instead, she found herself in the next town over, using a fake ID to get herself a job a strip club.

She had no where to stay, but through her job made some friends, and bounced around between friend’s couches, and the beds of some random strangers thrown into the mix for almost a year, until she met a friend who let her stay with her and her family.

Addie is incredibly grateful to the family that took her in, making her one of their own, despite everything. After missing a year of school, a diploma wasn’t really in the cards for her, but with their help, she did get her GED. Secretly she hopes to go to college one day, but doesn’t know if she ever will. For now, she’s just happy dancing at the club.

[ourtown-rp-blog]

Welcome to the game, ADDIE MORGAN-ALVAREZ! Your application was successful, and we’re excited to begin writing alongside you, Teacup. Please read over our checklist before sending in your link, which you should do within 24 hours!

IT’S ALL ABOUT YOOOOU ( ooc ) ♪

MAIN ALIAS: teacup

PRONOUNS: she/her

AGE: 25+

ACTIVITY LEVEL: 8/10

WHO YOU PLAYIN’ ?

FULL NAME: Addie Lina Morgan-Alvarez

PRONOUNS: she/her

FACECLAIM: Yvette Monreal

AGE/BIRTHDAY: 25, 9/18

ORDER: second

TYPE*: solo

ORIENTATION: pansexual, demiromantic

*are they the first/second twin, triplet, quad, quint, etc?

WE ARE FAMILY ♫ — ( only for first members )

delete this section if you’re not the first family member!

HOMETOWN: Kansas City, Missouri

HOW MANY MEMBERS ALLOWED?: 2

PARENT INFO: Magdalena and Joseph Alvarez, unhappily married

HALF KIDS: no

ALL WORK AND NO PLAY ☆

all should work, whether they’re in school or not.

EMPLOYMENT STATUS: full time

WORKPLACE: Cat Scratch Club

POSITION: stripper

HOW LONG?: almost 10 years

WHO WILL I BE, IT’S UP TO ME ( ic ) ♪

Addie did not have an easy childhood, her father was much more interested in gambling than he was in being a father, not that he had ever been very good at it. There was more than one occasion that Addie remembers of angry men showing up at their home, taking things, breaking things, do whatever they wanted because her father owed them a debt. Her mother was much more interested in keeping herself numb with alcohol than doing anything about it.

Despite everything, Addie was daddy’s little girl, always helping him clean up, cleaning his wounds for him after he was beat up by god knows who, for god knows what. In fact, there were many occasions when she missed school just to help take care of him.

Things changed as she got older, though. Her father liked to bet in the same circles, and liked to owe the same people. There was one man, who Addie had known since she was young, but as she got older, he started to stare at her, letting his eyes wander for too long. When she had barely turned 16 and her father owed a debt, he showed up to the their house offered him a way out with having to pay a dime, all he wanted was to spend a night with Addie. To her horror, her father agreed, caring more about his addiction than anything else.

It was the worst night of Addie’s life, and she cried the entire time. It was her first time having sex, which just made it all that much worse. She knew it was wrong, but she hadn’t been given a choice. Before anyone even woke up the next day, Addie was gone, she threw what little clothes she had in a bag, took her savings that she’d hidden in her room and took off. She didn’t know where to go, but decided New Orleans was a nice place to start. Too bad she couldn’t afford a bus ticket to New Orleans. However, she could afford a ticket to Cotton Plant, more than halfway to New Orleans.

She had only planned to be there for a short time, just long enough to save up for another bus ticket to New Orleans. Of course, she couldn’t get a job anywhere in a small town like that, not when the unemployment rate was already so high. Instead, she found herself in the next town over, using a fake ID to get herself a job a strip club.

She had no where to stay, but through her job made some friends, and bounced around between friend’s couches, and the beds of some random strangers thrown into the mix for almost a year, until she met a friend who let her stay with her and her family.

Addie is incredibly grateful to the family that took her in, making her one of their own, despite everything. After missing a year of school, a diploma wasn’t really in the cards for her, but with their help, she did get her GED. Secretly she hopes to go to college one day, but doesn’t know if she ever will. For now, she’s just happy dancing at the club.