violet addams || twenty four || owner of cover to cover The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
violet had spent most of her morning at cover to cover, her business was doing fairly well and after organizing a few shelves she found herself with a free afternoon, one that craved a cup of coffee. she made her way to the shop fairly quickly, a large cup in hand as she turned to leave. before she could gather her surroundings she felt herself crash into another body, a gasp escaping red lips as her cup fell to the ground, splashing over her shoes and the unlucky patron before her. “shit.. fuckin... ugh.” she cursed and immediately slapped her forehead. “that’s my fault.. fuck.” she grumbled. “i’m sorry.. seem to be a bit in my head this afternoon.”
[ madelaine petsch, twenty four, cisfemale, she/her ] ━ hey, I just saw [ violet addams ] walking down the streets of crownsville. they’ve lived in town for [ four years ], and you can catch them around town working as a [ owner of cover to cover ]. I hear they’re known to be [ elegant & quaint ] and [ vindictive & closed off]. if asked, they would say their aesthetic would be [ red lipstick, scent of cherries & reading by candle light ]
hi i suck and lost muse for my other chara BUT you get this lovely red head in his place. she’s a twist on an old muse of mine so enjoy xx as always tap the heart and we can plot??
born & raised in santa monica california to two fairly well off parents, they supported her coffee addiction, shopping addiction && amused her fascination with the arts. she can come off as a spoiled brat sometimes but she is very thankful for her upbringing
at age 15 her mother died in a car accident leaving her with her father who fell into a soft depression. their relationship became estranged and she became very closed off
went through high school with a blur, slight drug problem and ran with the wrong crowd but regardless she made it to college in south carolina.
she majored in fashion design, wanting to carry her mothers legacy though she soon found it was no her passion. at age 20 she dropped out and moved to crownsville, using her savings to buy out cover to cover, her love of books overriding everything else.
she is bisexual and has known for quite a few years, after coming out to her father he seemingly closed off the little connection they had left which has caused her to become a bit bitter towards formal connections, she has lots of trust issue tmi
tends to keep to herself though she can be a social butterfly, she tends to try and give off positive energy bc she didn’t receive much of it after her mothers death
loves to drink, can always catch her at the bar, often with security pulling her off the bar top..
will probably invite you over for rom coms, wine, face masks and force you to cuddle with her?? shes just soft and needs some love??
CONNECTIONS ARE WIDE OPEN FOLKS BUT HERES A FEW I’D LOVE
friends w benefits: vi has only had a few real relationships && this was in college which left her pretty heart broken so she tends to detach herself from romantic connections besides a few one night stands, this could be someone that comes over, gets things done and leaves... possible development of feelings??
enemies: violet can be a bitch... fr i cant stand her.. so someone that rubs her the wrong way or vice versa.. consistent bickering, sly comments, a few subtweets thrown in
exes: though vi hasn’t been in a lot of relationships this could be someone she met when first coming to crownsville && for whatever reason they’ve split (will plot, will have ample angst)
drinking buddies: this girl loves wine, tequila and all things party like.. this would be a muse that is always getting dragged to the bar and is just as crazy as she is, give this girl a reason to stumble home
best friend: her confidant, the reason she hasn’t gone mad. this could be someone that knows her deepest & darkest secrets !!
Another day had dragged along for Eric Montgomery, his photography class now consuming his last class of the evening. Everything had been a blur, going through the motions, conversations meant for his benefit muffled in his inconsistent thoughts. He snuck out a bit early, unable to keep his attention on his professor for long and he ducked into the hallway, his head low. His hands were shaking, lack of food? No he just ate.. Nerves? He couldn’t quite place it. He shook his head a bit as he walked towards the exit, headphones over his head as Kendrick spoke into his ears. Nerves.
Eric set off to return back to the frat house, he had every intention to though his legs had other plans. They led him through campus, making a few deals on the way with the remnants of weed he had in his bag. Fifty bucks . That’d get him dinner. The night air was beginning to drop as he pulled his red hoodie over his body. His hands were shaking, cold? Perhaps. Eric soon found himself scaling an all too familiar building he’d found freshman year, reaching the rooftop through a few side stairs. He set his bag down against the small wall as he peered over the edge, his forearms resting against the brick, eyebrows furrowed.
His hands were shaking, fear of heights? No.
He stood there for what had seemed to be hours though the New York skyline wouldn’t provide an answer, the lights never dimming. He missed Boston for this reason, homesick? Perhaps. He swallowed hard as he stared off at the cars, attempting to calm himself though he wasn’t sure why he was feeling so out of place. He had everything, friends, his sister, a life built for him at NYU but he couldn’t shake this feeling.
Dark hands pulled his bag up to the ledge, taking out a small joint he had rolled earlier in the day, taking out his black lighter before sparking it, ducking from the wind momentarily before it caught. Eric pulled the joint from his lips a few times as he took several puffs, the smoke trickling from his lips. His hands weren’t shaking, finally. He kept a steady pace with his joint, the smoke filling his lungs, his thoughts clearing almost instantly. His choice of self medication was unfathomably inappropriate, though he didn’t know what else to do.
He was lost.
The end is never the end. A new challenge awaits. A test no man could be prepared for. A new hell he must conquer and destroy. A new level of growth he must confront himself. The machine in the ghost within.
Jasmine’s first day of dance practice was tough, but she always enjoyed it. She powered through it like aways and skipped out on work to hang out with her brother. He as in desperate need of her and she was always one to drop everything for him. She sat on his bed and doodled in her notebook, hearing him saying something. She looked up and cocked her right eyebrow up. “Look, I drew you. Isn’t it a perfect match?” She asked as she let out a small laugh, holding the picture up in Eric’s face. @exxmontgomery
Eric didn’t love the idea of Jasmine going to NYU when she first came, he liked the space from home though he soon grew to treasure it. He was closest to the sister, they did almost everything together and she had his back through thick and thin. So there he sat, perked up on his bed paying video games while she doodled in her notebook, his attention caught when she called out to him. “Fuckin’ beautiful sis” he laughed and shook his head. “Right down to the receding hairline.” he teased and kicked her playfully.
Eric took the long way home, music blaring in his headphones as he walked through the dark side streets near the frat house. He needed a few moments alone to collect himself, to figure out why his brain was so scrambled though he knew the answer. His ex showing up messed everything up, he thought he knew what he was doing but in all honesty he didn’t. Jenny was in his head and he wasn’t sure what to do with their situation. It seemed to work in their favor until either one of them did anything with someone else, it caused conflict in his thoughts and he wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. After making the trek home he pushed into the house, ignoring his brothers as he moved to his room, sitting at the edge of his bed as he awaited Jenny’s arrival.
