“if my finger shot out wine, i’d never take my finger out of my mouth,” blair chuckled, patting the seat next to her gesturing the brunette to sit. “i know you from somewhere,” she mused, “weren’t you that cutie in brown’s literature class?”
She shifted over, curls bouncing as she did so, nodding her head. “Not a bad answer. I’d want gasoline in one and fire extinguisher in the other. I’d be unstoppable, it’d be like having a super power to start a fire anywhere.” Smile faltering nervously as the girl called her cute, she let out a sharp laugh of nerves. “Um, I’m in the film major. Definitely wasn’t in that class. Must have been a different cutie.”
“Excuse me!” Beau squeaked as he attempted to push through the busy crowd of the Lockwood party. He was currently riding out an intense acid trip, hence why he momentarily thought he was merely picturing a rather coked out frat boy yelling at someone he recognized. “You took my fucking blow, I know it! You know how much that cost me?!” Beau could hear them from the other side of the party, already redirecting his frantic pushing to come to the rescue of the familiar face, cutting in with a quick, “Woah, woah!” Stepping between the two as soon as the frat boy raised his fist threateningly, Beau gave them a reassuring smile, hands held in front of him in surrender to show he meant no harm, “I’m sure this was all a mix up - no need for any unnecessary fighting! Right?” he asked, looking at the person he was currently stood in front of like a human meat shield with an insistent smile, hoping they would just follow his lead and remain calm.
When she was drunk, suddenly everything was funny to Tuesday. She had uncharacteristically been sipping back shots of strawberry vodka all night, so now on top of her mouth smelling like alcoholic Skittles she was giggling in the face of a coked-up, angry guy. “Whoa, 4D visual experience,” she said as he got close to her, finger pointing in her face, reaching out her own fingertip to touch his ET-style. Luckily, Beau swooped in to save her, separating them before he could scream in her eyes again, nodding her head vigorously. “Totally a mix up. I don’t even do coke. I’m as pure as the Virgin Mary,” she declared, giving both of them a shrug and lazy, drunk smile. She reached a hand out for a nearby flower vase, knocking it onto the floor before yelling “Scatter!” She grabbed Beau’s arm, taking off towards the front porch before he could follow them.
Perched on the brick wall outside of a Lockwood frat party, Bradley was half sheltered from the rain and half submerged in it, legs and tips of her fingers all misted with a thin sheen of damp that the silver moonlight glossed over like glitter. “Everyone in there’s a bit fucking boring, don’t you think?” came after floorboards creaked behind her, revealing she had company on the otherwise deserted porch. “Tempted to ditch and throw spaghetti at Range Rovers in the parking lot instead. Or to pop one of my eyes out and hurl it across the hardwood while someone’s doing a keg stand. Surprise, bitch! The plot twist no-one saw coming.” Cherry of her cigarette glowing amber, Bradley threw a brief glance back over her shoulder, eyes rimmed in dark shadows taking the other person in. “Having the time of your life?”
“I dunno. This girl nearly puked on my shoes. She was making out with some guy and then all of a sudden? It was like that scene in Mamma Mia where the fountain erupts,” Tuesday said with a shrug of her shoulders, tentative smile on her face ad she approached the other girl. Somehow she enjoyed parties, despite the fact that she was probably the most sober one in the room most of the time. She had a red cup in her hand, a seltzer with just a hint of vodka so watered down it was hard to tell the drink was alcoholic at all. “I think they’re still trying to de-gross the living room, but definitely go back and pop the eye out. Recite a Sylvia Plath poem while you do it, really emphasize the macabre nature of it all.” Leaning against a railing, the childish rhinestones embroidered on her jean pockets glinted in the pale light of the porch. “Having a time, I guess.”
“Whoa there, Nelly!” the girl cried out as a particularly ripped member of the football team roughly brushed past her, nearly sending her drink flying as she retreated back into the couch. She had nearly fallen into the other person on the couch’s lap, noticing this finally with an embarrassed giggle and scrambling to get of. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to reenact the Titanic onto you. Um, ice breaker question,” Tuesday started, licking her lips over thoughtfully as she sipped on the vodka cranberry in her hand. “If you could pick one liquid to shoot out of your pointer finger, what would it be?”
u know what? i wanted to play a happy muse for once so i brought in this ancient character of mine. she’s basically just a big ol’ goofball/walking meme that falls in love with everyone she meets so let’s do this yeh here’s her pinterest if u like that sorta thing
( alycia debnam carey | 21 | cis-female ) i swear i saw tuesday hale around campus yesterday. i hear she is very childish, kind-hearted & enthusiastic, which explains why when you think of them, you’d think of a skateboard covered in powerpuff girl stickers & late night internet searches about conspiracy theories. they’re in their junior year and studying film. (olive, 21, est, she/her)
okay tuesday is an odd name but her birth parents were super romantics who named her after the day of the week that they met i almost gagged reading that
her family adopted her when she was five years old. both of her birth parents died in a car accident so her best friend’s parents in elementary school took her in and raised her as their own daughter
grew up in westchester, ny and her parents were both columbia university professors. her mom’s a russian immigrant and was the stereoype of a russian mother giving her little drops of vodka on a soaked rag to get her to fall asleep sdfdsd
she had a lot of trauma at a young age form her parent’s death and she never learned how to drive a car bc of it. if you ever drive with her she won’t relax the entire time
her adoptive sister was more like her twin while they grew up but they were polar opposites. her sister was a partier, attention-grabber, while tuesday was just a goof who loved to skate
also her adoptive sister is going to bc a wc wink wink
despite her outgoing, kind exterior she always has a kind of dark cloud of sadness hanging over her
both her and her sister were shipped off to boarding school as teens and things went very downhill for tuesday there. her and her sister drifted apart, while her sister partying and drinking and using more drugs and tuesday just kind of retreating into her depression
with no supervision she developed anorexia as well. no one noticed until she collapsed in the school’s quad midday. she was hospitalized for two months and her parents were devastated, but they didn’t really know how to help her so they just brought her home and sent her to a local school
there she met a guy that would fuck her up even more. it was her first time being in love, and she fell hard for someone who ended up being an abuser. they were at a party on one of their rich friend’s boats once and he pushed her off, held her underwater until everyone else stopped him
she got away from him when she went to lockwood, and fell in love with someone else. she’s only ever slept with these two people. her lockwood ex is another wc i have!!!
she’s studying film and could talk for hours about judy garland and katherine hepburn
she works in a bookshop and is constantly reading poetry
loves coffee on a lorelai gilmore level
did you just breathe? then she has a crush on you. just a hopeless romantic like that
um other wanted connections are other skaters she hangs with, people she forces to be in her film projects, a bad influence, an unrequited crush, friends of course, um i can’t think of anything else
Meaning of Name: Her name was the only thing her mom gave her before passing her off to her dad at the hospital and skipping town. Alanis was after her mom’s favorite singer, Alanis Morrissette. What a typical 90′s baby.
Nickname: Eh Brynn is pretty short already.
Birth Date: 4 April 1997
Astrological Sign and Details:
Sun: Aries
+: determined, passionate, loyal to friends
-: moody, short-tempered, impulsive, doesn’t think through consequences
Birth Place: Brooklyn, New York
Age: 21
Nationality: American
Race: Caucasian
Hair Color: Dark brown
Hair Style: Usually messy and natural, worn in waves
Distinct Features of Face: Bright green eyes, sharp cheekbones, full lips
Glasses or Contacts: Nah
Eye Color: Green
Skin Tone: Pale
Scars or Distinguishing Marks: She has a half-moon shaped scar on the bridge of her nose from getting punched in the face and breaking it
Build or Body Type: Tall, slim
Height: 5′8
Speech Patterns: Clipped and sharp
Tag Words: God, fucking hell
FAMILY
Mother: The only thing her dad can remember about her mom is that she was named Penny.
Father: Jimmy Wright
Mother’s Occupation: Who knows
Father’s Occupation: Lead singer and founding member of now-defunct 90′s rock band The Radiants
Family Finances: Her dad was pretty wealthy for a while, but he’s slowly drinking away any of the residual royalties from the band’s last album. Occasionally they’ll do reunion tours when he’s running low on funds.
Birth Order: Youngest
Brothers: Isaac Wright, half-brother from her dad.
Sisters: N/A
Other Close Family: N/A
Best Friend: Probably her dad’s tour manager, a guy named Billy who really raised her for the most part
Other Friends: Lana, Astrid, Vivian, Rory, Addison, Arko, probably a lot of others
Enemies: God... probably anyone that’s been on the receiving end of her right hook.
Pets: N/A
Home Life During Childhood: She’s from Brooklyn, but really she grew up on a tour bus. Up until she was about sixteen, her dad’s band was still reliving their glory days, and Jimmy wasn’t going to let having two kids stop him from hitting the road. She grew up playing cards with the roadies backstage during her dad’s set, drinking her first beer with the guys when she was ten, and eating truck stop sandwiches. It really wasn’t as glamorous as it sounds.
Town or City Name(s): Brooklyn, New York.
What Did His, Her or Their Bedroom Look Like: She didn’t spend much time in it, but her bedroom in Brooklyn was a shrine to all of her favorite bands. Vinyl records stacked to the ceilings, posters everywhere, messy bedsheets that didn’t get enough use.
Any Sports or Clubs: No clubs, that would have required actually being in school
Favorite Toy or Game: Nah she’s not really into games.
Schooling: Homeschooling, done by Billy again, he really taught her everything in life.
Favorite Subject: English.
Popular or Loner: Loner
Important Experiences or Events: When she was fifteen, she was sexually abused by a member of her dad’s band that she had thought was her family. Suddenly, the places she thought were her home with all these grown men she had known her whole life felt completely strange. Also, one time when her dad was especially drunk and feeling mean, he told her she should just die already.
Health Problems: Depression, substance abuse problems to cope with her PTSD
PERSONAL
Bad Habits: Just generally kind of numbing herself to everything, taking the piss out of things when she feels uncomfortable, smoking too much weed, tugging at her hair when she’s nervous
Good Habits: I guess good at knowing when she needs alone time?
Best Characteristic: Her courage and self-assured nature
Worst Characteristic: Her impulsivity and lack of ability to think things through
Worst Memory: As mentioned above, her dad telling her she should just... you know what typing it once was ENOUGH
Best Memory: Probably all the times she spent backstage
Proud of: Her grit, I guess? Like she’s been through a lot of shit and is still goin’
Embarrassed by: How weak she secretly feels all the time
Driving Style: Really good driver, actually. She learned how to drive the huge ass bus so she can drive anything
Temperament: Easily agitated, excitable
Attitude: Pessimistic
Fears: Ending up just like her father
Phobias: Clowns
Secrets: Her intense need to be loved by someone
Regrets: Dating all of the crappy guys that she did
Feels Vulnerable When: She doesn’t feel in control of the situation
Pet Peeves: People who talk too softly, nail biters
Sexuality: Pansesual
Day or Night Person: Night
Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert
Optimist or Pessimist: Pessimist
LIKES AND PREFERENCES
Music: Oh man, too many to list. she’s a big fan of the 90′s, so Nirvana, Radiohead, Wilco, Pavement, The Pixies, Neil Young, Belle and Sebastian, Fiona Apple, Yo La Tengo, the list goes on and on
Books: The Phantom Tollbooth has a special place for her
Foods: Twizzlers, potato chips, anything wildly unhealthy for you
Drinks: Whiskey, Cherry Coke
Color: Blue
Clothing: Her style is very grunge. Lots of fishnet tights, oversized flannels, leather, ripped-up t-shirts, messy hair, dark lipstick, denim jackets, men’s shirts
LIFESTYLE
Favorite Possession: Her entire vintage vinyl collection
Most Cherished Possession: Her mom’s butterfly hair clip
Town or City Name: Rochester
Married Before: N/A
Significant Other Before: Had a few serious, but seriously skeevy boyfriends from the New York music scene who treated her like some crappy thing, a possesion of theirs
Children: N/A
Relationship with Family: Tumultuous. She’s always been reluctantly close with her dad. She always had to take care of him when he was so drunk he couldn’t form a coherent sentence, picture Frank Gallagher but incredibly verbally abusive.
Salary: Doesn’t have a job
Other Income: N/A
Dream Career: Musician
Dream Life: To just be a moderately successful musician, good enough to make a living on it, nothing to extravagant.
Love Life: Kind of a closet romantic. She always picks the bad guys because they’re safer in a way? Just needs someone to actually be good to her.
Sexual Turn Ons: LITERALLY you could touch her and she’s turned on.
Sexual Turn Offs: Daddy kink stuff but that’s just more me thinking it’s gross in general
Hobbies: Guitar, writing music, piano, drums, literally name it and she can probably play the instrument at least a little bit.
