Female, She/Her. Hey, is that Elle Fanning? No that is just Bérénice “Bunny” Dubois around Cypress Cove. I heard they are 22 years old, and their birthday is February 10th 2004. They rest their head in the Southside but they can mainly be found working as only fans creator and University Student (Theater major) (Westside). Some say they are bubbly, friendly, emphatic but can be secretive, naive, and frugal If they had a theme song, it would be Carmen - Lana Del Rey I hear they are NATIVE, either way Cypress Cove is home and welcomes you!
BASICS:
full name: Bérénice Dubois
Online Moniker: SoftSubmission,
nicknames: Bunny Bun Bun
age: 22
dob: February 10th, 2004
hometown: Cypress Cove
current location: Cypress Cove
neighborhood: Southside
occupation: Only Fans creator and theater major in universitys
gender: Cis-Female
pronouns She/Her
sexuality: Queer
relationship status: Single
POSITIVE TRAITS: bubbly, friendly, emphatic
NEGATIVE TRAITS: secretive, naive, and frugal
theme song: Carmen - Lana Del Rey
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
face claim: Elle Fanning
hair color: Blonde
eye color: Blue
height:5'10"
weight: 140 lbs
tattoos None
piercings: Ears,
scars: None
FAMILY:
mother: Felicity Dubois
father: Evan Phillips
siblings: None that she knows about
children: None
pet(s): None
significant relationship(s): None
Tw: Sex work,
IMPORTANT BITS:
Bunny had never known a life without love and adoration. Her mother was strong and smart and loving. Her father fun and adventurous. The two never found themselves in a relationship that stuck but it didn't stop them from raising Bunny together. Even if Evan blew in and out of town with the wind he'd call once a week minimum to talk to her. He'd bring her gifts and over the summer when she got older she was allowed to go out of state with him for a few weeks at a time.
Her favorite place to travel to was New York. She loved the stage and loved plays. It wasn't a surprise when she started acting in school plays or begging her parents to go to acting camps. Nor was it a surpise when she graduated high school and went to be a theater major. .
While she knew her parents wanted the best for her Bunny learned quickly how expensive the world was and she didn't want to ask for more even if she'd get it. She knew she had to be an expensive child and now she was an adult. She wanted to earn her own way .
One of her friends saw her struggling as she tried a few on campus jobs and was struggling with that and her class load. They already were posting pictures on Only fans and helped her get set up .
While she wouldn't be able to live off of her earnings without showing her face her videos still did well and 4 years into it she's made enough money for her own place and she enjoys having creative freedom over her channel. Only her friend knows about this and sometimes joins her in shoots otherwise her page is just her
She lets her mother think that she works on campus and while her mom might not be the most happy she lives in Southside she still makes sure to go and see her most days and the days she doesn't she'll text her.
Willow laughed as Lalo spun her around, one hand automatically reaching for the counter to keep from knocking over the stack of paperwork she'd brought home from the office. "Careful, charmer," she teased, settling back against him for a moment before turning to steal a quick kiss. "One of these days Angel's going to walk in and accuse us of being gross." She teased, though as someone who hadn’t grown up with their parents showing each other affection, she knew it could be worse. "You're laying it on awfully thick. What'd you do?" she asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at him before a laugh escaped her. "Did one of your hockey kids accidentally break something? Did you volunteer me for something? Should I be worried?" She squeezed his hand before finally letting go and turning back toward the stove.
"My day was mostly paperwork and showing houses." She rolled her eyes dramatically. "I spent an hour trying to convince a couple from Savannah that living directly across from The Black Harbor Pub means you're going to hear people singing badly at midnight. Apparently they thought I was exaggerating. Then they heard it for themselves and suddenly I became the most trustworthy realtor in Georgia." She laughed softly and shook her head. "And Mrs. Jones came into the office with a tin of cookies because her granddaughter finally closed on her first house, so naturally everyone stopped working for twenty minutes to eat cookies and gossip." Willow glanced over her shoulder at him, smiling. "Thrilling stuff, I know." Reaching out, she caught the front of his shirt and tugged him closer again. "Now your turn. How was your day? And don't skip to the end. I want details. If I have to hear about every minute of my day, you have to tell me about yours too."
“Good let her. She needs to have healthy relationships modeled for her.” He said softly smiling down at the woman who had his whole heart. “And who says I did something wrong mi corazon. Can’t I just want to always be around you.” He teased softly as he held her close. He moved behind her his hands lightly on her hips as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
He smiled as he listened to her. Even most annoying parts just showed him how much she loved her job and not only that how she shined in it. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “It wasn’t anything special. It’s the end of the year so I put on some bill nye for the kids in the morning and then gave them extra recess and let them watch Recess Schools Out. I thought it might be fun for them even if it is an older movie.” He said. “Then I took Angel and her friends to the rink to practice before coming home. And I was thinking I could take you both out for ice cream after dinner.”
Open starter @cypresscove-starters
Donnie x Open
Location: A Park
Donnie groaned as the harsh morning light hit his eyelids like a punch in the face. His head throbbed with the familiar ache of a night spent making questionable decisions and his mouth tasted of cheap gin and tobacco. He shifted his weight, his back popping between the metal slats of the park bench, and blinked heavily- disorientated and attempting to piece together where he was.
Right in front of him landed a fat, grey pigeon- staring blankly at him, unblinking. The man rubbed sleep and dirt from his eyes before glaring directly at the bird. "Fuck off you feathered wiretap" he mumbled, swatting a tattooed hand towards the creature, to which it ignored and pecked at the ground.
Donnie ran his fingers through the short brunette tufts of hair at the top of his head and cracked his neck as he pulled a loose cigarette from his shirt pocket. "Can you fucking believe this?" he muttered, mostly to himself but also to anyone close enough to hear him. "Big brother isn't even trying anymore- that one doesn't even look real" he scowled, flickering a red lighter to ignite the end of his cigarette.
Raven had been trying to cut back. Not for wanting to but for fear of eviction. She didn't know if it was because she was getting older or her performance was lacking. All she knew was she was getting less traffic in both areas of her job and it was putting a strain on her financially. Maybe she should look in to the strip joint but she hated the thought of putting her livelihood in hands of any man again.
She saw him yelling at a pigeon and sighed. It was one of those days. She should probably call some kind of mental health professional to check out his paranoia but she was not the kind of woman that was going to take care of anyone that didn't benefit her. "Don sometimes I wonder if you've ever seen a pigeon. That's what they look like." she said leaning against the bench. She looked around a bit to see if anyone was nearby. "You out here holding or am I going to just have to pay and wait." she asked quietly.
"Well if you insist, who am I to argue?" Zach conceded with a smirk. "Look at my baby sister being a savvy businesswoman. I'm proud of you Zo. Really." He beamed. Zach considered for a minute and nodded. "Yeah... I could go for a margarita and some queso." He admitted with a chuckle. "I'll let you pay for for the meal but ice cream after is my treat." Zach insisted.
She smiled a bit. "Thanks Zach. You know it's half because you've always helped me be who I am right." she told him. "Just one margarita. Too bad. I'd love to see you really cut loose." she teased. She nodded. "Fine you can cover desert if you must."
Donnie looked up from where he was sitting at the picnic table, half a corndog in his hand as he heard the woman's voice. His eyes shifted, looking over his shoulder to check for who she was talking to. Not used to people being the first to initiate conversations with him. His eyes flickered from her to the Ferris Wheel- straightening from his crouched position on the edge of the bench. "Don't blame you." he said around a mouth full of food. He pointed the half eaten corn dog towards the ride, "Don't trust nothin' they can put up and take down in a few hours." he added. "More than welcome to sit." he offered, "corndog's are good"
Lottie hadn't even thought about people being around. She was almost jump scared from the response. She looked up at it and shook her head. "A normal Ferris Wheel I can handle. But this thing that can turn 360 degrees not happening." she said and took a sit next to him. "Thanks. Not as big a fan of corndogs. But funnel cake and italian ice I will always overindulge on."
Celeste laughed and nodded. "That's understandable. Expect the worst and you can't be disappointed..." she teased a bit. She nodded when he mentioned shellfish allergies and then the wheat allergy. That would be the one she would need to watch out for. "Yes, you did; but I haven't look at it for a week and so I just wanted the reassurance that no one has a peanut butter allergy."
"Exactly." he said with a nod. "I trust you to have not planned something that would end up putting one of my kids in the hospital. That doesn't sound like you. Besides no one wants to do all that paperwork." he said trying to make a bit of a joke out of it. He knew what his kids could and could not have and he trusted the other teachers to follow plans when he gave it to them.
Maia smiled when the girl answered her and when the man said cute kitty cats. She started to gather the colors she would need. “I know we are going for orange. Do you have an orange cat at home?” She asked the girl, just trying to figure out if they were going more for a tabby kind of vibe or a tiger one. She picked up a brush and dipped it in the orange paint, starting to create the basic shape around the girls eyes. “I’ve always liked cats too.”
Lex smiled as he watched his daughter getting her face painted enjoying how much fun she was having. "No we don't." he had always wanted to get his little girl a pet but they weren't home enough and he really didn't have the money to properly take care of one. "But this is the color of the one at the shelter she likes to play with." he said making her smile. "Garfield loves me and daddy." Daisy told her. "Do you have any cats?" Lex asked
Maia laughed softly as she listened to Zoey, she was immediately fond of her even though they’d barely known each other five minutes. “See? You get it,” she said, pointing at her with the end of the brush before turning back to the paint palette. “Face paint should be fun. If you leave a carnival looking subtle, what was even the point?” She leaned in again to add another sweep of metallic gold near Zoey’s temple.
“And for the record,” Maia added, “I don’t think this counts as flattery if it’s objectively true. Your face is very structurally gifted. I’m basically collaborating with genetics right now.” At the mention of sunset fairy dresses, Maia snorted out a laugh loud enough that one of the nearby kids turned to look at them. “Oh my god. Sunset Fairy Dresses sounds exactly like an Instagram boutique that would emotionally ruin me.”
She tilted Zoey’s chin gently toward the light, studying the shimmer catching across the gold details. The carnival lights overhead reflected beautifully against the metallic paint now, making the warm oranges practically glow against her skin. “Okay, no, wait,” Maia said suddenly, sounding genuinely delighted. “You look insane. In a good way. Like if the sun itself got really into live music and earrings.” She finally set the brush down and held the mirror up properly this time.
“And I’m Maia,” she added with a grin. “Freelance mural painter, occasional bartender, and apparently now creative director for your future woodland fairy empire.”
"Like I get parents being worried about paint on kids or having to clean it off but it's like a once a year event." she said brightly. "Okay you're laying it on very thick" she teased playfully blushing glad it probably couldn't be seen through the pant.
"Well I should probably find you on Instagram and block you then. Wouldn't want to emotionally ruin an artist. I think I would like a Seurat more than a Van Gogh." she joked
"Well thank you for saying that. That's exciting to hear." She smiled. "Pleasure to meet you Maia. I'm Zoey. Fashion Designer extraordinaire. Or at least I want to be."
Who: Lalo and Willow @illustratedxillusions
Where: Their Kitchen
Lalo smiled as he got home from unofficial hockey practice sending Angel off upstairs to shower and get ready for dinner. It had been a long day getting to work early to make sure everything was set up properly for the last couple of days. He wasn't doing much teaching but he still wanted to be sure his kids would enjoy their last few days as 2nd graders before he sent them on their way.
He walked into the kitchen smiling seeing his wife. "There's the most beautiful woman. I've been missing you all day." he said pressing a kiss to her cheek and taking her hand to twirl her around. "Every day you just get prettier. How did I get so lucky." he said playfully. "I have to hear all about every minute of your day. Make me feel like I was there next to you."
Holiday grinned at the blonde "You speak truth." she nodded, "Still-false hopes is a cruel game when they hang such cute prizes in your face" she replied, leaning her weight on one foot. "What do you think, which one looks the most accessible" She asked, pursing her lips gently as she looked over the bottles, attempting to see a difference in distance between the bottles. "What about this one here" she said pointing to one near the edge. "Look like a winner?"
"Wanna hear a little secret." she said grinning. "These prizes you can buy for much less than playing the game." she said remembering the one year her dad actively bought her the stuffed animal she had been trying to win when she cried because she couldn't. She leaned over when the woman asked and the smiled. "I think it'll win." she said hoping she was right.
Holiday happily accepted a few of her fries, chewing as she watched the other take a shot at landing one. She grimaced slightly watching the ring bounce off a bottle and rattle onto the floor. "Rigged" she chuckled, shoving a few more fries into her mouth. The girl shrugged softly "oh well." Holiday turned to face the woman fully, "I'm Holiday" she introduced, wiping grease from her fingers onto her pants before offering her hand.
Mis shrugged as she turned from the vendor. She believed that would happen and wasn't surprised when it did. "I mean rigged is the least of our worries. Who knows maybe one of these vendors are some serial killer in disguise." She smiled shaking the girl's hand. "Well pleasure to be meeting you Miss Holiday. I'm Mis." she told her.
Hudson watched her drain the beer and listened without interrupting, his expression flattening a little around the edges the longer she talked. He reached over and took the empty bottle before she could decide it had a second career as a projectile. At her last comment, his eyebrows lifted and he set the bottle under the counter before leaning back slightly. “Alright, first off,” he said, “I wasn’t hitting on you.” He gestured toward the room. “I was protecting my stools. They cost more than that guy’s dignity and they looked in danger for a second there.”
His eyes flicked briefly toward where the guy was still complaining to his friends before coming back to her. “Second, I’m not saying he wasn’t being an ass. He was.” He shrugged. “But I also don’t really care who wins the argument. I care whether I end my shift mopping blood off the floor and filling out paperwork because somebody decided assault was character development.” He grabbed a glass, filling it with coke and taking a sip of it before looking back at her. “You don’t owe random dudes politeness. You also don’t gotta convince me they suck. It’s an occupational hazard. I meet forty guys like that a week.” He glanced at her. “But if you’re gonna threaten violence every time somebody annoys you in here, at least tip well first.”
"That man was a pussy. He wasn't going to start an actual fight and I wasn't going to risk more jail time if I'm not defending myself. Just need him to have a warning of what's to come if he keeps pushing it so you don't have to worry about me breaking your little bar." she said shrugging. "And you wouldn't be mopping shit off your floors. I'm classy. I'd take it out to the parking lot." she said.
"And who says I don't." she said. "And it isn't who annoys me it's dudes with tiny dicks that can't take no for an answer. You're annoying me. I'm not threatening to shove a leg of a barstool up your ass am I."
"Yes, it is going to be so popular no doubt. All of us in Cypress Cove are always dying for new food. We don't have nearly enough." Kirklyn said with a small laugh. She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning over to look at the menu. "There are so many amazing looking options, but also some things I have no idea what they are... How about you surprise me? Pick a couple of things. I will try anything once..."
Mona smiled at her. "Well that's good to hear. My brother has been working his ass off to find the best menu possible." she said before looking over the menu. "No allergies. Food intolerances. Alternative diets or spice tolerance issues?" she asked just to be sure the woman had the best dining experience.
Drusilla let out a deep sigh. "I guess the Hennessy living on an island to avoid society still lives a little too strong sometimes." She trusted Nova, but sometimes it was still hard to give up control. To put her faith in someone completely with something that meant so much to her.
"I am thinking fighting over whether Aunt Theo is the best cook would actually put you more in of a fight with Uncle Roscoe. That man is obsessed with everything she does.” Drusilla teased, giving a small nod. “Magnolia Reserve, then… And yes, you can have a minimum of an hour. If you get a glass of wine in me… you might even get three…” She teased, linking an arm with her sister. “I’ve missed you too, but I don’t know why anyone would possibly want to spend time with me… I’m so annoying. I don’t even want to spend time with me.”
"As he should be. Men who aren't obsessed with their wives and treat them like the goddesses they are should be stoned and hung up for the town to see." she said a little more passionate than she would have been before she returned home. "Oh so I'm definitely getting you tipsy then." she said.
"Dru don't do that. You're fun. You're smart. You're kind. We're not doing the self pitying thing to your big sister who has arguably seen you at your worst and knows you're still an incredible person."
Oz watched him carefully from across the desk, letting Quinn talk without interrupting. At the mention of Nico, Oz’s expression shifted slightly. “Okay,” he said calmly. “So this is about a boy, a man, sorry.” He leaned back a little in his chair. “And I’m guessing whatever he said hit a nerve harder than you expected.”
Oz glanced toward Quinn’s shaking hand around the glass before looking back at him. “You don’t have to explain every detail to me if you don’t want to. But you came in here looking like you were about to pass out behind the bar, so I need you to breathe for a second and slow down.” He took a deep breath, hoping that Quinn would copy him. “People don’t usually react like this over somebody they truly don’t care about,” he said after a moment, matter-of-factly. Oz nodded toward the empty chair. “Sit for five minutes. Drink some water instead of whatever’s in that glass. Then you can decide whether you’re going back out there or clocking out early.”
He picked at his cuticles unable to look at Oz. How was this man good at reading him. It wasn't like he wanted to be unknown but he just didn't think he was as obvious as he was being. "We...he said...he can't mean it. He just can't." he said softly.
"Of course I care about him. He was my only boyfriend a long time ago. Now he's my roommate and we...well it's convienent when someone you just click with is just in the other room right." he said softly trying to pretend it was convienence and nothing more. He took a breath and sat in a chair sipping the drink terribly made and far too strong. "He told me he loved me." he said softly. "What a fucking load of bullshit."
Addie: I didn't say you get 30 minutes. I said we're leaving when I get to you.
Addie: You've worked enough this week now come enjoy what the Harpers put together
Bowdie watched them dance, smiling softly. The urge to touch was very strong, but she knew the rules. She kept her hands tucked under her thighs. As they leaned in and whispered in her ear, she shivered. She smiled and nodded. "A lot more than I ever expected to. I owe you a lot for such a great night... You've done more than enough. I may be coming in here every single one of your shifts now..."
"I look forward to seeing you beautiful." the said grinning. Flirting a little was a part of their job as was maintaining some regulars but they honestly cared less about the money and more about see her around more. "I'll be dancing extra well on that stage if I know you've come around." they said as the song finished
