#skeleton:closed

[wadeillinois]

—  IT’S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE IT GOES TOTALLY BLACK.

You were never one of the “cool kids” in high school, so now you sell them pot behind your job, and they pretend to like you. Sometimes it makes you feel like you’re one of them, and sometimes, though you might not admit it to yourself, that feels good. You’ll smoke with them outside by dumpster, not a care in the world, leaving the snack bar you’re supposed to be in charge of to the rookie employees that are constantly almost burning the place down. You like to think almost is the operative word there. They’ve only started a few small fires so far. Pretty good.

It was supposed to be a summer job, working at the roller rink, but now it’s kind of a career. You shudder at that thought– this as your career. You’re hoping one day the old man who owns the place will just promote you to manager so that you can seem like you have your life together… At least… a little bit. But you’re not holding your breath. He never seemed to like you much. Not many people do. You’re kind of an acquired taste. You’re always telling yourself you’re going to get another job, but you never do. You earn most of your money on the side, anyway; the rink is a great place to stash, and move your product.

If you weren’t so socially awkward, maybe your mom wouldn’t be your best friend. She pretends she can’t smell the herb on you, and you pretend that she didn’t drink a whole box of wine today. You guys watch the Bachelor together on Monday nights. Life’s okay.

CAREER CRIMINAL is currently a taken character. 

[antemortemhqs]

( shay mitchell, utp | utp | utp ) — was that SUNSHINE LOVEGOOD passing through diagon alley? yes, i think so… people around them say they remind them of between four and six aesthetics, which i suppose seems to fit that HOUSE alumni. they’re actually pretty TRAIT, TRAIT, and TRAIT for a TWENTY-EIGHT - THIRTY-FOUR year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a OCCUPATION at/in/for the PLACE/TEAM. have you heard that rumor has it that HALFBLOOD/QUARTER VEELA is with the ALLEGIANCE now / has stayed neutral? i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else. ( alias | age | timezone | pronouns )

the eldest child in the lovegood household, sunshine is far from what their name really means … well, sometimes. stuck up and a know-it-all as described by their little sibling, sunshine knows exactly what they want out of life and will happily rip it out of anyones hands. doesn’t care for the rules, nor so much for their family’s eccentric behaviors, sunshine cares more for the much finer things in life. money may not be able to buy happiness for some people, but money can definitely buy sunshine’s happiness — whether that means expensive goods or schmoozing with the elite, you’ll never find sunshine lovegood in anything or around anyone that doesn’t shine with them.

XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD: younger sibling xenophlius and their older sister sunshine don’t get along as well as siblings should. differing opinions mixed with the stubbornness that got passed down through their genes, the two butt heads more than they lovingly embrace. still, as a family, they care for each other deep down, even if they most definitely may not show it on the outside.

[wadeillinois]

—  LET’S POKE IT WITH A STICK!

Your mother says you’ve always been curious. You were always the first one with your hand raised in class, ready to challenge the teacher with some preposterous question that you knew she wouldn’t have the answer to (it bought you & your classmates some time to mess around)–sadly, your grades never reflected your supposed interest in the subject matter.

One teacher wrote on your report card in middle school that you were “highly engaged, but had little motivation to do anything other cause chaos” – well, she certainly had you wrong. You are motivated… just only when you want to be motivated. When it means something to you. School just wasn’t your calling. Yeah, you haven’t exactly found your calling– but you’re always searching.

It may not be your calling, but you’ve found something in Wade. A place where there are a million unanswered questions, and countless mysteries to solve. It fascinates you. You watch the news nightly, and you keep track of the happenings in an old notebook. If the police won’t get to the bottom of this, someone has to– and if that someone is you, so be it.

WE SHOULD SPLIT UP is currently a taken character. 

[wadeillinois]

—  WHAT’S YOUR NAME? AND WHO’S YOUR DADDY?

Wade has never known a man like you, and honestly, they probably never wanted to. People ask you how you’ve still got that thick accent after living in the United States for so long, and you only chuckle in response. It is not a light-hearted sound, rather, it’s one that sends chills up the spine of anyone in earshot. But you know that, and you like that. Intimidation is your craft. Perhaps that’s why you’ve been so successful in all your various business ventures. You scare the living shit out of people.

The ostentatious houses in the “gated communities” you’ve built near the edge of town are selling faster than you can build them, which has caused quite a stir within the small, tight-knit community. You really couldn’t care less about Wade, nor anyone who lives there. This is simply a paycheck for you, and you’ll do whatever you have to do to keep things moving in the right direction.

You’ve got plans to build more, and more homes on the land you’re constantly acquiring in Wade, and its surrounding towns. Soon enough this place will need a couple yoga studios, and a Whole Foods to accommodate all the wealthy soccer moms you’ll have cruising around in their Mercedes, creating unthinkable traffic. You’ll probably buy a house in Switzerland, or something to celebrate.

SHARK is currently a taken character.

[wadeillinois]

—  AND I LOOKED, AND BEHOLD, A PALE HORSE!

It’s a wonder you, and the big man upstairs are even on speaking terms. You seem to think it’s okay to break any, and all of your vows as long as no one is watching. Your vows to God? Don’t remember them. Your vows to your wife? Well, you were crossing your fingers when you said those, so that doesn’t matter. It’s not a sin if no one is there to see it.

You spend more nights at the Cherry Hill Motel than in your own home. You keep your wife up most of the time worrying about where you are, and then you lie to her, and make sure she thinks you were taking care of the church finances, or wiping down the pews, or some shit. She’s too proud to be the pastor’s wife. If only she knew.

The occasional nosebleed you have that comes out of nowhere is suspicious. You always have your hand in the donation basket. You are, to put it in layman’s terms, a fucking fraud. It’s a wonder the people of Wade haven’t caught on. Those who attend your church think of you as the closest thing to God they’ll ever meet. You’ve let that go to your head. But hey, if God wasn’t looking out for you, you’d have been caught by now, right?

MAN OF GOD is currently a taken character. 

[wadeillinois]

—  THE SUN ALSO RISES.

You come from a place where the grass is greener than it is in Wade. Your family moved here so that your father could take the promotion he’d been dying to have in Chicago. You spend most of your time alone, as he’s always commuting back, and forth, and your mother is always somewhere else– mentally, if not physically. You two have always had trouble, and you think it’s because of the scar. You don’t like to hide it. She doesn’t like to look at it. She tells you to cover it up; it’s a constant reminder of the pain she’s felt for you since the day you were born. You think of it more as a badge of honor.

When you people talk about you, they talk about you like you are some kind of blessing from heaven above. Like God himself has his eye on you. They talk about you like you weren’t meant to be here. Then again, maybe you weren’t. But you are here, and you’re determined to make the most of it while you can.

You write at a little desk in the corner of your room, where the world is quiet enough for you to transport yourself into another one. To go back to where the grass is greener. Your heart, someone’s heart, flutters at the thought.

TRANSPLANT currently a taken character.

[wadeillinois]

—  THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.

Okay, so you figured you’d found yourself a pretty sweet gig when you moved to Wade. After all, you worked homicide in Chicago for almost ten years, this was supposed to be your “retirement” before your actual retirement. You would have retired if you could have; you’re so burnt out. This was supposed to be a cushy desk job, it was supposed to be your time to settle down, and actually enjoy the little things in life for once. And yet, you still found yourself standing over Josie Johnson’s dead body, scratching your head.

You never even thought you’d see another dead body, let alone have another murder– well, according the coroner it wasn’t homicide, but your gut is telling you differently– on your hands. Sometimes you wonder if death follows you; from the time you were young, it felt like he was always a few steps behind. You’ve run towards him before, but now you’re back-pedaling. You’re not the same reckless as you once were. You just want to live in peace.

The frightened residents of Wade are all looking to you, and yet they still don’t know if they should even trust you– some city slicker who couldn’t care less about them, or about Wade. But the thing is… You do care. You care just as much as you did back in the day, it’s not something you can turn off, as much as you wish you could. Caring keeps you up at night, and has you drinking at eleven in the morning on your days off to take the edge off. You don’t want these people to have to see the things you’ve seen. You’ve got to protect them.

GUN BELT is currently a taken character. 

[wadeillinois]

— CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, WORKING ON MY TAN.

Your parents cried when you came home with your first tattoo at sixteen. Lord only knows who you had to bat your eyelashes at to pull that off. For some reason, they forgave you. They always forgive you. You are their only girl– their miracle baby. They were always the oldest parents in the class. You told them they were embarrassing you every chance you got. 

In their efforts to give you anything, and everything you wanted, your parents created a monster. You look sweet, but you are poisonous. You are the sting of a paper cut. Salt in a wound. The serpent beneath the flower. You care little for others, and you probably never will. You’re not the cliche “mean girl” who has a change of heart in the end of this. It’s not even clear if you have a heart to change. You are the girl with blackholes for eyes, and an a smile that looks more like a snarl; like an animal rearing their teeth. You have no understanding of boundaries, and if you want something you’re going to get it no matter what the cost. God help anyone in your way.

You stuffed the ballot box in high school to win prom queen. You don’t think anyone knows, but everyone knows. You’re not ashamed of it though, so it doesn’t really matter. Mallory Davis didn’t deserve to win, anyway. She looked like a cow in her dress.

PROM QUEEN is currently a taken character.