♡* —

[tonifml]

( RACHEL ZEGLER, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ) Oh, is that ANTONIA "TONI" THOMAS? I heard the TWENTY-FOUR year old is SELF-ASSURED. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also DISMISSIVE. Makes sense seeing how they are a CLEAN civilian who works as a DATA ANALYST.

♡* — B A S I C S

Name: Antonia "Toni" Thomas

Age: Twenty-Four

Date of Birth: May 20

Place of Birth: New Brunswick, New Jersey

Current Residency: Yorkville, Manhattan

Astrology: Taurus ☼ — Gemini ☾ — Cancer ↑

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic

Religion: Agnostic

Spoken Languages: English ( native ), Spanish ( native )

Occupation: Data analyst at a cybersecurity firm

♡* — F A M I L Y

Mother: Solana Rojas

Father: Jude Thomas

Siblings: Henry Thomas ( half-brother on her father's side, whom she has never met )

♡* — P H Y S I C A L

Height: 5'2''

Complexion: Medium to tan complexion with olive undertones, prone to burning and tanning

Hair Colour & Style: Dark brown, short and straight, worn down ( falls just past her shoulders ) or in a half-up, half-down look

Eye Colour: Deep brown

Scars & Birthmarks: Only various scarring from minor injuries throughout her life

Dominant Hand: Right-handed

♡* — C O N N E C T I O N S

roommate ⤍ open — ♡* — Despite being at a fairly well-paying job, ya girl is living in Manhattan and can't afford to live in an apartment by herself. These two could be new to each other or could have been friends first and decided to get an apartment together.

criminal bestie ⤍ open — ♡* — These two are extremely close; bring each other everywhere, tell each other everything type of friends... with one little caveat: Antonia doesn't know that your muse is a criminal/is involved in a gang.

clean bestie ⤍ open — ♡* — Fairly simple: these two are having far too much fun living their lives to notice that they're surrounded by criminals lol

ex-partner ⤍ open — ♡* — Open to m/f/nb. This is someone Antonia dated very briefly after moving to NYC ( timeframe can be discussed ). They're likely toxic and not good for Toni and this would be the reason they're no longer seeing each other however, they still tend to dip in and out of each other's lives.

mentor/confidant ⤍ open — ♡* — Someone who had taken Antonia under their wing when she first arrived in NYC. They likely see themselves in her or she reminds them of a younger relative. They've developed a close friendship and Toni often goes to them for advice.

I'll add more of her personality and history here once I get a feel for her — *♡

[romeowilson]

Closed starter: @tonifml Romeo had admittedly been having a lot of fun at the carnival. He wasn't sure if it was seasonal depression, or just having not much going on in his life- but dragging his own ass out of bed to go out had been proving more and more difficult lately. Thankfully this had been fulfilling and worthwhile, so maybe it'll be usable motivation to continue going out and doing things like this. Just as he happily settled on the night being a success, and going to head home Romeo heard the explosion.

Just as quickly as everything got loud, it then rang silent. Romeo tapped frantically at his own ears, waiting for the sound to return. For a genuine moment of time he was convinced he'd lost his hearing. Slowly it came ringing back in. Sirens, screams, chaos all unraveling now in the background, he almost wished the hearing hadn't returned. Romeo rubbed at his stiff neck, he was now sat on the ground, trying to process this entire thing, when he noticed a girl sat in front of him, bleeding. "Hey." He called out to her. Upon realizing someone else was hurt, he shook off his own head pains and made his way over to her. "Your head..." He pointed out, not getting too close. "I think that needs stitches... or to be cleaned out properly at least." He motioned for the girls hand to help her up.

[tonifml]

For several long seconds, there was no separation between the world around her and the disorientation the explosion had caused. Antonia shifted from her back onto her elbows and pressed herself up into a seated position; the deafening ring swallowing the groan that escaped her, only adding to her feelings of disorientation when she couldn’t hear herself.

She barely registered a voice call out to her, only turning her head in his direction when he had already begun making his way toward her. “Huh?” She called, a bit delayed, and her voice sounding distant even to herself through the ringing.

His following words seemed to almost echo and before she had even processed what they were meaning to say, she lifted her hand to her temple, feeling the dampness of blood. “Ah,” her fingers sprung back off of her wound reflexively. “Shit!” Toni took a moment to glance at the blood on her fingers and then back up to the man. A sudden wave of emotion came over her when he offered his hand to her… or perhaps it was when she really began finding her bearings. She nodded a little as tears began flooding her eyes and reached for his hand. “What the hell happened?”

[bloodcoatbrock]

Closed Starter for: @tonifml

When: 9:37 PM

Where: Fairway Market of 86th Street

Most people probably wouldn't have travelled this far uptown just for a specific brand of yogurt, but as far as Edmund was concerned, that yogurt was one of the very few things he had left that was keeping him going at this point, and so there really wasn't much of a choice. Now that he had yogurt in hand though, he felt silly about having come all this way just for this without getting anything else. And so, with basket on arm, he wandered around the store trying to find some other things to buy and take home with him. His eyes finally landed on something that he wanted, and he excitedly reached out to grab it off the shelf, only to find that someone else was reaching for the same thing at the same time; and that wasn't even the end of the bizarreness of this circumstance. "Wha-Oh! Heeey!" Edmund exclaimed when he recognized the person as Toni from the support group he had been attending, laughing and shaking his head a bit at the strangeness of this coincidence.

[tonifml]

Work had ended much too late that evening, and because of that, all of the subsequent errands Toni intended to wrap up by 7 p.m. were still taking place. Tucking another ingredient into her basket, she tried not to give too much thought to the idea of how late she would be up cooking after this. Instead, she skimmed her list and scoffed to herself a bit when she remembered that she had included corn on the cob, but forgot to think of other recipes to include corn in for the rest of the week — knowing all too well how many times she had wasted the remaining corn. Six were simply too many for one person.

Before she had the chance to scrap the whole idea and head home with some takeout instead, she took the few extra strides toward the produce. Eyes flitting back over the paper in her hand, she reached blindly for her pack of corn, a small, "oh!" escaping when she nearly bumped hands with someone.

Her expression shifted quickly between looks of apologies, confusion at the man's vocal excitement, and then amusement when she finally scanned over his features and realized why she could have sworn to have known him from somewhere. "Ohhh!" She repeated, this time, the sound of recognition dancing through her tone. "Hey!" She paused to laugh, "I almost walked right into you. My bad," she said, laughing again and gesturing to the corn. "Go ahead..."

[geministargazing]

open starter

dulce vida wasn’t just a hole-in-the-wall restaurant. it was a living, breathing thing, stitched together from decades of family hands. the walls were the same shade of warm yellow they’d always been, darkened by time, smoke, and the occasional grease fire no one liked to talk about. the floors were sticky from life—spilled beer, and the shuffle of dancing feet wearing down the tile. the whole place smelled like fried empanadas, grilled arepas, simmering spices that clung to your clothes long after you left. it wasn’t fancy, wasn’t for tourists. the kitchen was always too loud, voices overlapping in spanish—tiago's mom yelling about an order, a brother or a cousin or an uncle swearing hard enough to shake the walls, overlapping with a live band crammed into the corner, the kind of sounds that made it impossible to sit still.

tiago never sat still. he’d been on the dancing floor near the tables and the bar for an hour now, sweat dampening the collar of his shirt, his body loose, electric, the rhythm locked deep in his bones. heat rolling between bodies as they spun, stepped, pressed close then pulled apart again. the dark-haired woman matched him step for step, smirking as they moved, both of them caught up in the pulse of the music. when the song ended, he pulled away with a grin, breathless but far from finished. he leaned over the dark wood counter of the bar the next moment, just helping himself, grabbing the cleanest glass he could find, tilting it under the draft faucet, and filling it with beer.

his attention flicked sideways, and his grin turned easy, warm. he knocked his knuckles against the wood and nodded toward the dance floor when they made eye contact.

"next one’s ours, yeah?"

[tonifml]

The man’s words had only faintly caught her ear amidst the mix of sounds all competing for her attention. Up until that moment, he had just been another fleeting detail in the blur of the evening, woven into the atmosphere of Dulce Vida. She had certainly caught glimpses of him though — between the hum of half-heard conversations, or between the final sips of her recent drink. Noting, somewhere out of her conscious awareness, how naturally the rhythm seemed to move through him; he seemed to belong with the music — or wherever he decided to be — leaning over the counter like he belonged there too. And when he spoke, all of the unconscious assessments Antonia had made throughout the night were finally brought to her awareness.

She blinked at him, momentarily caught between both the surprise, having not expected to be addressed, and the flicker of intrigue curling at the edges of her thoughts. She didn’t know him, hadn’t even realized that he had noticed her, but she couldn’t help but feel amused by how his question almost didn’t sound like a question at all. “Sure,” a small grin pulled at her lips, “but if you don’t want this to be the most painfully offbeat dance of your life, I’m gonna need a refill first.” She said, smiling coyly at first but gradually beginning to beam at the prospect.

[fbardakci]

Fatih chuckles, allowing nostalgia's tight grasp on him to loosen and take the tension of his body with it. A sigh breaks his anxiety; he sends a harmlessly cocky look in the woman's direction before his grin deepens, a shrug moving his shoulders. "If you're asking me if I know how to press a button, I'll defer your question to my ex and get back to you." He teases, motioning his head toward the photo booth.

"Fatih, by the way. The name of the photographically inept person assigned to the photo booth."

[tonifml]

Antonia's eyes remained on the man following her question. At the sight of his cocky expression and his deepening grin, a flicker of amusement swept across her lips; finding enjoyment in his reaction to her words before he had even responded. Whatever previous sense of tension she thought she had picked up on only moments before seemed so distant that she questioned whether she had picked up on any such tension at all.

As though anticipating his following words her brow lifted a little when he spoke, already expecting that he might keep her lighthearted tone but not at all expecting his response. Amused surprise fled her lips in the form of a laugh and she nodded, pressing her lips together, appearing both as though she were impressed by the dedication to the cause and content that whatever had been stealing the man's attention had seemingly passed over.

Almost like following a signal, Toni stepped forward toward the backdrop of the photo booth. She took a glance back over her shoulder at the man as she passed him, smirking at his words. "Antonia," she offered in return, "the one who's putting her trust in Fatih to capture this solo date and not make her look like a thumb... preferably," she tittered playfully, untucking her hair from her ears for extra measure and assuming position for the photo.

"So, what do you do then? Aside from hacking the national database."

[fbardakci]

Truthfully, a fourth wall had been broken, but not by the woman who had interrupted his thoughts, no, for a moment, he'd forgotten that the man he was supposed to be wouldn't get hung up on nostalgia. A grin overcomes him as animation takes over. "I am indeed him - despite knowing nothing about photography. Ask me to hack the national database and I can do it in a heartbeat, allegedly, of course - ask me what's the difference between soft and hard lighting and I would short circuit."

[tonifml]

Her hand dropped back to her side and a small, sympathetic grin pulled at her lips with his confirmation. It was clear that his mind had been elsewhere, and despite what she had perceived as affable, and despite being a little curious, she felt it would be inappropriate to ask. Toni quirked a brow at the mention of hacking the national database. Being that it was fairly uncommon for her to come across people who make hacking jokes outside of her workplace, her ears perked up a little and a small laugh escaped her. "'Allegedly,' of course," she echoed humorously. "Well, luckily for you, I'm okay with a simple point-and-shoot." She hesitated for a moment, her brow quirking again but this time more teasingly. "You are at least at a point-and-shoot level..."

[catxlopez]

Location: Outside of the Fortune Teller

Tagged: Open! @sinnerssquarestart

"––You don't need all that." Smoke billowed into the air, mixing effortlessly with the cloud of her breath while Cat spoke. Was it still considered loitering and heckling if she performed it at a public venue? Intentions mattered, one might suppose. The unmistakable tilt of a grin curved into her lips along one side, amusement dancing faintly behind her eyes when they raked over the other individual. "I can tell your fortune right now. Want to hear?"

[tonifml]

Toni hesitated, turning her gaze between the fortune teller booth and the enchanting woman before her. Fortunes weren't exactly her thing, having never really bought into the idea of someone possessing any kind of higher foresight. But in the spirit of the carnival, ( and the fact that it was currently the shortest line available ) she thought — at least for a moment — that it could be an amusing way to spend her time. However, perhaps it was the fact that this woman had spoken directly to her existing disinterest or the fact that Toni was already brimming with intrigue just at the sight of her, but Toni couldn't help but feel that whatever this woman was about to predict for her would be far more interesting than what she would get at the booth. Toni let a small laugh pass her lips. "But why do I get this sneaking suspicion that you know all of my secrets?" She mused somewhat playfully. "Yeah, hit me with it."

[fbardakci]

location: carnival @ photo booth

who: fatih & open (0/2) @sinnerssquarestart

Twinkling lights, illuminated against the darkness of the sky, bring a melancholy over him. With his back rested against the outside of the photo booth and his arms crossed over his chest, dark eyes watch a young couple and their daughter head toward the exit; the child's laughter bubbles from her belly; her parents lock eyes in fondness over her head; she clasps her hand into her father's. A swallow, painfully thick, as if his saliva had turned to cement, moves in his throat. His mind wanders to history and his hand finds his phone somewhere in the pocket of his jacket.

His finger hesitates over her name; in flashes of memory, he see's her face in the hallway as the F.B.I cuffed him against his struggle and confusion. Anxiety makes him pocket it, his phone, instead of pushing past the discomfort. She was an adult now; and he'd missed too much time. "hm?" Fatih hums in his stupor, reality slipping back into his eyes as his attention turns to the person speaking in front of him. "I'm sorry. I...didn't hear you."

[tonifml]

Antonia toyed with her fingers, her gaze flitting awkwardly over a couple passerbys and offering them a quick polite smile when she unintentionally caught their eye. When she received the man’s delayed response, her eyes returned to him. Only, this time, when his gaze was finally met with hers after being so seemingly transfixed by his own thoughts, she had a sudden sense of a fourth wall being broken. A feeling of interrupting something crept up her shoulders. Silence weighed down on them for a few beats and she pointed past him to the camera. “You’re... the photo booth guy?”