SLOANE TRAN/STELLA TRAN. college sophomore; nineteen. jolie nguyễn. OPEN.
and, as susan thomas once said:
“Good goin’ stranger!”
BEFORE THE PARTY;
Sloane Tran was a drifter, never staying in one place for too long. She’d once dreamt of having the textbook family. The father that was stern yet loving, the mother who protected her from the world, the siblings that annoyed her to her wits end, yet she’d do another for them. But due to a series of unfortunate events, those dreams were dashed and divided like the million of stars in the night sky that she wished on over and over again-sparkling and broken.
Life had decided it’d had another plans for Sloane. You see, she grew up in the foster care system and as for her parents, she’d never met her father and her mother had been deemed unfit to care for her, hence why she’d been a ward of the state. Given her misfortune, Sloan knew she would have to work to get what it was that she wanted. No one wanted the misfit kid that made the most noise or got into the most trouble, no. So Sloane learned how to compose herself from young and they ate it up.
Foster parents would fall for her big beautiful eyes, only to have her get away with everything they owned when she was done playing their picture perfect daughter. She learned that by becoming someone’s fantasy, she could make all of hers a reality. That thought process had worked with foster parents, teachers and as she grew up, it worked really well on prospective lovers. She was infamous for her hasty retreats and the very long trail of broken hearts that she left behind.
One of those broken hearts said something that’d stuck with her, Sloane belonged to no one- but managed belong to everyone. She might’ve been dealt a shit hand at life, but at least she was free.
Or so, she thought. You see, that dream of having a dream family, it’d never truly gone away. And she managed to find the other half of her parental unit, her father. All she’d ever had with his face was a ripped out picture of him from a high school yearbook. A Rosewood Academy yearbook. So her travels eventually led her take up residence in the town, even if it was too perfect for her liking.
The pristine soccer mothers and cutesy luncheons in the community garden, those things weren’t her. It was everything she’d hated about those people who looked down on others, but turned up to one thousand. Rosewood was the town that bred those horrible human beings. But to her surprise, not everyone in Rosewood was the pits. in fact, she’d managed to find her favorite human being in Rosewood. Her twin sister. Stella. They’d met completely by accident, out on the dance floor of Damon Winston’s club, also referred to as the only place to be in Rosewood. She had a sister, not just a sister... an identical twin sister. One that was kind and full of life. The second Stella met her, she took to her as if they’d known each other for years.
It was a whirlwind, one day she’d met Stella and by the end of the week, she found herself sneaking into her sister’s bedroom for a much needed sleepover. Stella had promised her that after that night, she was going to meet her father. Their father. And that she’d never had to find another home again, because she finally was home.
When Sloane awoke the next day, she woke up to the sight of a man standing over her. A breakfast tray in his hand. A man that referred to her as Stella, this was clearly their father. She was speechless, a part of her wanting to correct him but she couldn’t find it in her to speak up. Instead, she listened as he let her know what he’d be doing that day and if they were still on for dinner that evening. She simply nodded, watching as he exited her room. Where was Stella? She asked herself, but her twin sister was nowhere to be found.
They truly were twin sisters, as she’d pulled a move right out of Sloane’s textbook. She just up and vanished.
DURING THE PARTY;
Sloane had spent an entire day living as Stella. She’d met her friends, she’d met her significant other, hell she even got invited to some party. Her twin sister was quite the someone in Rosewood, which made it all the harder to pretend to be her. Somehow, she’d managed to survive a day without anyone really looking at her differently. But she’d had enough of the Parent Trap-esque game and she wanted her twin sister to return and take back her life.
This wasn’t what she’d signed up for.
Sloane stood by a wall, looking through her twin sister’s cellphone for some semblance of a clue towards where she’d gone. But she found nothing. And just as she was about to call it quits, she received a text message from an unknown number. A text from her sister. A text apologizing for putting her in this position, but Stella needed to get away from Rosewood for a couple of days. Something she’d cautiously agreed to do for Stella. After all, she’d managed to last a day as her twin sister... surely, with her coaching, she’d be able to a couple of more.
Soon after, a notification came up on her phone. A headline from the Chicago Sun. It spoke of a robbery, one that had occurred to her father. And something told her it was no coincidence that the robbery had coincided with the departure of her sister from Rosewood.
Which begged the question... what exactly had Sloane gotten herself into?
alternate faceclaims and prompts.