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Caspian Baudelaire / Harris Dickinson - bio inspo song lyrics

Jodie Kennedy / Emily Carey - bio inspo song lyrics

Phoebe Le Clerc / Sophie Nélisse - bio song lyrics

Elodie Dubois / Kathryn Newton - bio song lyrics

Merrick Storm / Ryan Gosling - bio song lyrics

Ophelia Kumari / Avantika - bio inspo song lyrics

Dovie Briar / Odessa A'Zion - bio song lyrics

Luz Gonzales / Brandon Perea - bio

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( Brandon Perea / 30 / he/him / local / October 31st )

LUZ GONZALES has been spotted in town. They have been living here for HIS WHOLE LIFE in THE OUTSKIRTS, TRAILER PARK. They are ADVENTUROUS and NAIVE, as far as newcomers should be concerned when approaching them at PINE AND RIDGE AUTO where they work as MECHANIC. 

★ General Information ★

Name: Luz Gonzales Age: 30 Local/NonLocal: Local Birthday/Zodiac Sign: October 31st/Scorpio Gender: CIS male ★ Personal Information ★

Occupation: Mechanic at Pine and Ridge Auto/'Freelance Paranormal Investigator' Orientation: Pansexual, poly Relationship Status: Single Residency: The Outskirts, Trailer Park Habits: Smokes weed ★ Physical Information ★ Eye color: Dark brown Hair color: Black Height: 5'9 Dominant Hand: Left Piercings: Ears, tongue, and a below the belt piercing Tattoos: A cute ghost tattoo on his ankle Distinguishing Marks: N/A Faceclaims: Brandon Perea ★ Family Information ★ Parents: Milo Reyes (father, deceased), Johanna Reyes (mother, deceased) Siblings: Andrea and Aurora Reyes (Unknown for now) Other family: Santiago Reyes (uncle), Ivan and Ignacio Reyes (cousins), Dakota Reyes (aunt) ★ Other Connections ★ Lover(s): TBD Friends: Aria Beck (best friend, partner in 'crime'), Jib Wachira (friend/neighbor, video editor), Other: Daphne Doğan (coworker), Claire Mercer (podcast listener), Liv Everly (old flame) ★ Biography

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Dovie's Song Lyrics I don't wanna waste her time But I don't wanna change my mind She doesn't wanna feel so helpless And I don't wanna feel so selfish Yelling on the ride back home Questionin' what's in my phone I tell her she can have my password We always end up driving backwards

Don't Hate Me by Miles Caton

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Ophelia's Song Lyrics Waiting room, no place to stand His greatest fears and wringing hands and the loudest silence If you could see yourself like this If you could see yourself like this, you'd have never tried it Stayed on the line with you the entire night 'Til you told me that you had to go Call Your Mom by Noah Kahan

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Merrick's Song Lyrics

Oh well, who was I? Who was I to watch you wilt? You ain't gotta tell me what it means Trace the outlines of your dreams You'll always be a flower on my skin And the pain that I am in Mm It's all the same The losin' touch, the waiting game

Your Needs, My Needs by Noah Kahan

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( Avantika Vandanapu / 23 / she/they / local or not local / December 4th )

Ophelia Kumari has been spotted in town. They have been living here for TWO WEEKS in RIVERSIDE RESIDENTIAL. They are FLIRTATIOUS and IMPULSIVE, as far as newcomers should be concerned when approaching them at KOOLSVILLE TATTOO where they work as TATTOO ARTIST. 

★ General Information ★

Name: Ophelia Kumari Age: 23 Local/NonLocal: Non local Birthday/Zodiac Sign: December 4th/Sagittarius Gender: Genderfluid ★ Personal Information ★

Occupation: Tattoo Artist at Koolsville Tattoo Orientation: Pansexual Relationship Status: Single Residency: Riverbank Residential with Liam Habits: Smokes weed ★ Physical Information ★ Eye color: Brown Hair color: Black Height: 5'9 Dominant Hand: Right Piercings: Ears, septum, belly button Tattoos: Flowery hip tattoos Distinguishing Marks: Scar on her face Disabilities: Has to use a wheelchair/cane depending on her pain levels Faceclaims: Avantika ★ Family Information ★ Parents: Priscilla Kumari (mother), Bradley Kumari (father) Siblings: Beatrice Kumari (sister, deceased) ★ Other Connections ★ Lover(s): TBD Friends: TBD Other: Liam Hernandez (brother in law/roommate) ★ Biography ★

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( Ryan Gosling /  45 / he/him / local or not local / October 18th )

MERRICK STORM has been spotted in town. They have been living here for 45 YEARS in RIVERBANK RESIDENTIAL. They are KIND and PERFECTIONIST, as far as newcomers should be concerned when approaching them at ENNORA HIGH AND KINDERGARTEN where they work as SCIENCE TEACHER. 

★ General Information ★

Name: Merrick Storm Age: 45 Local/NonLocal: Local Birthday/Zodiac Sign: October 18th/Libra Gender: CIS male ★ Personal Information ★

Occupation: Science teacher at Ennora High and Kindergarten Orientation: Bisexual Relationship Status: Divorced Residency: Riverbank Residential Habits: N/A ★ Physical Information ★ Eye color: Blue Hair color: Blonde Height: 6'0 Dominant Hand: Left Piercings: N/A Tattoos: A storm cloud on his left shoulder with Kai's name under it Distinguishing Marks: N/A Faceclaims: Ryan Gosling ★ Family Information ★ Parents: TBD Siblings: TBD ★ Other Connections ★ Lover(s): Rosita Rosales (love interest) Friends: TBD Other: TBD ★ Biography ★

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Elodie's Song Lyrics I feel it everyday, it's all the same It brings me down but I'm the one to blame I've tried everything to get away So here I go again, chasing you down again Why do I do this? Over and over, over and over I fall for you Over and over, over and over I try not to Over and Over by Three Days Grace

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Phoebe's Song Lyrics There's no need to hide if you're into me 'Cause I'm into you quite intimately And maybe one night could turn into three Well, I'm down to see 'Cause I make it so easy to fall in love So come, give me a call, and we'll fall into us So Easy (To Fall In Love) by Olivia Dean

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Jodie's Song Lyrics I know that it ain't much, I know that it ain't cool Oh, you don't have to tell the other kids at school My dad will strike it rich, we'll be the big house on the block Someday I'm gonna be somebody people want But I'm in the business of losing your interest And I turn a profit each time that we speak

Come Over by Noah Kahan

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Caspian's Song Lyrics So I'll stop being pretentious, and loathing our friendship You taught me a lesson that love isn't precious It's not like the novels, no Pride and Prejudice at all So I'll just take a footnote in your life And you can take my body Every line I would write for you But a footnote will do Footnote by Conan Grey

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"Kat's very forgiving, I'm sure she'll be fine," Jodie assured. They watched Liv's eyes drift after her compliment, smirk pulling at their lips at her blush. It wasn't like they were any better, with how red their face was. They listened to her talk about her interests, keeping their eyes respectfully on her face -- as much as they could, of course -- and their eyes brightened at the mention of sewing.

"You sew? I used to dabble back in high school, I thought I'd open my own boutique and everything," They sighed wistfully, tilting their head to the side, and Liv saying she was into them reached their ears. Their cheeks went impossibly redder and they smiled again, looking up at her. "What's your favorite sweet treat?"

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"It's more like... design and sewing, but yes," Liv confirmed, biting her bottom lip. She had to hold herself back from saying she had made the corset she was wearing over her sweater, afraid to sound too arrogant. "Oh– and then what happened? Why did you stop?" She tilted her head as she put her elbows on the table, clearly interested in the topic. To this day, she still had dreams of opening her own physical boutique, but she wouldn't complain about selling online, either. She was able to reach more people.

For some reason, Liv was finding it hard to flirt with Jodie– it wasn't about not being attracted to them because she was, but that she was afraid of being too bold or coming on too strong. Men usually liked that– after all, they all wanted one thing at the end of the night. Jodie... well, Liv still couldn't get a proper read, but they were far more decent than the people she usually went out with. Seeing them blush felt like a victory, however, and it made her confidence grow a little, so hopefully, she would be able to make it happen again.

"A sweet treat– I don't think I can pick one, but I really like milkshakes. And frappes. Cold drinks, in general, but make them foamy and sweet, and you have me. Ice cream counts too, of course!" She added, referencing their later plans. "Are you a savory or a sweet person? When it comes to food, of course. You're definitely one of the sweetest people I've ever met."

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"Well...then I got pregnant," Jodie said, shrugging. They didn't want to mention that running away with Logan had also thrown a wrench in those plans, leaving them incapable of pursuing it anyway. They shook their head of the thought, putting their attention back onto Liv.

"I'm more of a sweet person myself, too. I love frappes, caramel or the cookie crumble ones are my favorite," Jodie's stomach growled just thinking about it, and they giggled to cover it. They reached up, pushing their hair out of their face. Their cheeks went warm again at the compliment, and they grinned. "You're sweet. What did you want to order for dinner?"

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Poppy cursed under her breath when her knees met concrete, one of her hands scraping on the ground. She moved carefully into a kneeling position, leaving the pile on the ground as she did. She looked up as a woman approached, shaking off the shock of the fall so she could answer.

"Yeah, thankfully I didn't fall in the parking lot," She shuddered at the thought, trying not to think about what would happen if she did that. She looked at the offered hand with a raised eyebrow, taking it with her not scraped hand so she could pull herself up. "Yeah, I think I'm okay. Just a scrape, my knees are probably bruised to hell and back, though."

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"Well, if it's just a couple of bruises you definitely could've got away with so much worse." Eleanor nodded though she began rummaging through her bag at the mention of a scrap.e

"Oh hmm, okay, let me see. Maybe I have something that could help a bit." She found small pack of bandaids at the bottom of her bag that she'd stolen from her sister's stash and held them up with a humoured laugh. "Um… fair warning, they’re all Spongebob ones. I know, I know… not exactly chic, but they work and umm, you're definitely bleeding." She offered Poppy the pack.

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"Definitely," Poppy agreed, letting out a breath through her nose that might've been a laugh. She watched the woman rummage through her bag, reaching down to pick up the discarded pile and tuck it into the nearby cart Poppy had been using before she entered the last room.

Poppy's lips turned up slightly at the corners, almost a smile, and she reached out for the pack. "At least they're not princess band-aids...those are all my daughter uses," Poppy hummed, taking a band-aid out of the package and putting it over the worst of the scrapes on the palm of her somewhat injured hand.

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Poppy huffed when her knees hit the pavement below, the armload of towels and sheets barely cushioning her fall. She'd only just been pushing herself into a kneeling position when she felt the hand on her shoulder, and she looked up. She was still frazzled from the fall, so where she normally would've argued over him helping her out of the tangled sheets, she was quiet for the moment.

He wasn't local, that much Poppy could tell. She'd lived in town before long enough to know that just by looking at him, but she didn't mention it. Instead, she simply said, "Thank you. Most other people would've just left me there."

She watched him adjust the pile and, distantly, thought if her manager saw this she'd be fired before she could say sheet, but she couldn't bring herself to be too worried about it today. She listened to him talk, raising an eyebrow a smidge. "Frostbites? Oh, the ice cream place. You own it?" She asked, pushing herself to her feet. She didn't make for the pile, not yet, instead offering him her hand to help him up. "It's my last room of the day, I guess I was a little excited to get out of here. Thanks, again."

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Jackson accepted her hand with a brief glance, more out of habit than hesitation, before rising smoothly, a faint smile settling in as he dusted off his knee. At her thanks, he shook his head once, almost dismissive, though the softness in his expression lingered, voice quieter now, as if his next words will explain everything he wouldn’t bother to elaborate on, ❝ Most people don’t know what it’s like. ❞ When she mentioned Frostbites, however, something in him shifted as pride lit his features, a rare, unguarded warmth breaking through. ❝ I do, yeah… That’s my workshop, ❞ he confirmed, a hint of a beam tugging at his lips before his gaze flicked to the linens, then back to her, piecing something together. ❝ Last room, huh? Then you should mark the end of it properly. Come by, on me. Anything you want, ❞ he reached for the pile again, steadying it in her arms with careful precision. Then he added, almost as an afterthought but no less sincere, ❝ Consider it…a better landing than this one. ❞

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"I went there with my daughter the other day, it's a really nice place," Poppy allowed, holding her arms out for the pile. She normally wouldn't allow this kind of help -- she didn't like being seen as weak in any sense, even if it was a stranger -- but he'd already seen her bust her ass on the concrete. What was a little extra weakness?

She raised an eyebrow at his offer, tilting her head to the side. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to mess with your business, or anything," She said, moving the pile to the cart she'd been piloting before she went into the last room. "Buuuut...if you're offering. Free ice cream is free ice cream."

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Location: The Motel Status: Open Outfit (its her work fit dont judge)

Poppy hadn't been getting around much. Other than seeing Dominic on occasion, and getting coffee with Kieran, she had hardly talked to anyone face to face. She'd missed Ennora and the tightknit nature of the town, but in the two years she'd been gone she felt like everything had changed drastically. Rosita and Benjamin still liked her, but she always felt like she was looking over her shoulder or stepping on eggshells, waiting for someone to appear out of nowhere and give her a lecture.

So, most of Poppy's time was spent at the apartment Dominic helped her pay for, or at work. And work happened to be where she was today. Andy hadn't been to work in a few days, and while Poppy didn't mind taking up the extra work in her place, it did worry her. She pushed the worry from her head, though, as she finished with the final room of the day. She carried the pile of used towels and sheets with her out of the room doors and, by some cruel twist of fate, part of the sheet tangled in her sneakers and made her trip, sending her plummeting towards the concrete ground.

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He really wasn't a fan of staying at the motel when he had a perfectly fine property for himself in one of the best neighborhoods in town, but moving had been so sudden that he'd hardly had any time to look into functional details. The pipes broke down in the middle of the day, leaving half of his house completely flooded. Insurance covered most of it, but the most annoying part of it was not being able to get a good night's sleep at home.

He didn't really have much to do all day, anyway, so after having a late morning, Matty left his room when he craved a smoke, half wishing he could still live in times when smoking inside was allowed, but alas... the crime he would be going down for would NOT be this petty. Sunglasses on and a cigarette hanging from his lips, Matty leaned back against his car in the parking lot, which gave him a full view of exactly what happened when one of the workers got tangled up in a sheet or a towel and found herself on the ground. He didn't laugh, but held it back as he approached the woman. "Are you okay?" Matty offered his hand.

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Poppy pushed herself into a kneeling position, reaching down to untangle the sheet around her ankles. She mentally cursed herself for not being more careful, but she was thankful that her manager wasn't here to see her like this. She looked up at the sound of footsteps, as if she hadn't been expecting anyone to actually be out here, and she reached out to take his hand.

"Thanks," She said, using him for leverage to pull herself off of the ground. She bent over to grab the towels and sheets she'd dropped, using it as cover to hide the embarrassed flush that settled on her cheeks.

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Kieran chuckled, shaking his head at River. If he hadn't been wearing the button up over his t shirt, the goosebumps following River's touch would've been noticeable. "Is that me thanking you for going on this date with me?" Kieran teased back, and then looked over at River. "I'm joking, of course." He knew from experience that he sometimes came off as more blunt even when he was trying to joke.

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"No," with a long vowel so their tinted and glossy pink lips hang an extra long time in a suggestive o-shape before pulling up into a pretty smile. Brown eyes like caught honey sparkly sweetly as their head leans against the backrest of their seat, "Because you want to spoil your very pretty side piece." Their smile is all sweetness but there's something else there cleverly folded up in the glint of their spun sugar coated lips that looks an awful lot like a spell of taunting mischief, like a little fae imp who delights in the unexpected.

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Kieran watches River, his eyes flickering between their lips and their eyes for a moment before he looks back at the road again. "Is that what you are?" Kieran asked, his cheeks burning red again. He didn't know if he liked the term, side piece, not knowing what he knew about Poppy now. But he shook it off, and looked at River again. "Is that what you want?"

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Location: Uphill Cemetery With: Patrick Le Clerc @chxsingthunder Outfit

Simon owed them a second visit. Even if it only mattered to him, and no one else other than Heath really knew what happened in his mind, he still thought he owed his parents a second visit this month. Their death anniversary had just passed, and even though he visited prior, it still nagged at him that he needed to visit again.

So here he was. Dropping off a second bouquet in a month, in between his parents gravestones. He didn't say anything -- he never did, not to them -- but he stood there in near silence for a long time. Ever since Maya had dropped the information that his sister might still be out there, waiting for him, he'd felt as though he needed to be here, to do something. He just didn't know what.

In the end, Simon left the gravestones, his hands shoved into his pockets, and started the long walk out of the cemetery. He was lost in thought, so distracted that he didn't even notice someone else was here until he almost ran into them. "Oh, goodness, I'm sorry," Simon said, stepping out of the way.