i gave too much of my h e a r t tonight. can you come to where I'm staying and make some extra love that I can save till tomorrow's show? i need somebody to remember my name after all that i can do for them is done. i need someone to REMEMBER me.
❝ WHAT , YOU DON’T LIKE MY OUTFIT ? ❞ hand on her hip in a ridiculous pose , she gives the mirror a twirl. ❝ i really think , ❞ she says , lips twitching with the effort to keep a straight face , ❝ jean shorts will be the next big thing. ❞
the other woman looks away , and clarissa relents , disappearing back into the dressing room. through the door , she calls out. ❝ so i’m guessing that’s a no on the jean hat , too ? ❞
“you must be joking. please tell me you’re joking,” said zahia desperately. a moment passed and realisation dawned on her. “wait —— you are joking! you’re messing with me, aren’t you? alhamdulillah. you wouldn’t really distract from your beauty with those horrid items, would you?”
craig had been having the worst time focusing on anything, having not had the best night sleep the night prior. he was currently drinking his second coffee of the day in hopes that would finally truly wake him up. he was engulfed in his own head until he heard the word jorts. eyes darted up to scan the room before locking on them, a deep chuckle dripping from his lips. ‘ seems like they should be illegal, huh ? ’
“i guess jorts aren’t an irredeemable trend, really. but to make them so baggy, and that cheap dye....” the baggy jorts-wearing person in question suddenly whirled around to send the both of them an “are you talking shit about me?” look, and she whispered to the man, “let’s pretend we were talking about something else.”
zahia thought fashion articles could be so needlessly censorious. she’d recently come across some that condemned pastels and rose-tinted glasses as “terrible” fashion trends, with which she strongly disagreed. pastels and rose-tinted glasses were gorgeous, adorable! the outfit she’d just caught a glimpse of, on the other hand.... “ya rab, low-rise jorts,” she muttered, averting her eyes from the ghastly clothes.
“hello,” zahia greeted back warmly. “do you, by any chance, sell copies of ‘the art spirit: notes, articles, fragments of letters and talks to students, bearing on the concept and technique of picture-making, the study of art (icon editions)’ by robert henri, forbes watson, and margery a. ryerson?" she asked all of this very fast. “i know it’s not the most common book, but i’d really love to read it. i’d pay, of course.”
Alex was still getting used to the fact that he was always just getting up and getting ready to start his day when everyone else was just ending their own work days, but he wasn’t complaining today, especially since it was his night off from the club. He had a bunch of errand to run, since he of course, had left everything to the last minute, as he usually did. “Oh geez.” He mumbled, checking his watch as he left his apartment and headed into the lobby, and pulled out the key to his car, as he exited the building with a groan. “Gross.” He was a kid from Cuba and then Miami, snow was still not really something he’d learned to appreciate and frankly he wasn’t prepared for it at all. He stood outside his car for a moment before looking up with a confused expression, “Uh…how’d you get your car so clean?” He asked sincerely, “Like…there’s no snow on it…how?”
“To be honest? I learned it from a YouTube tutorial,” replied Zahia. “They’ve got a life hack for everything. Did you know how many predicaments you could solve using a can of Coca-Cola? No, seriously. I saw this one video where they polished headlights, soothed an insect bite, removed limescale, got rid of rust, and bleached a girl’s hair platinum blonde using Coca-Cola. Oh, but disclaimer: Don’t try that at home. I don’t want to accidentally cause you any damages. I’ve yet to try those Coke life hacks myself.”
･ﾟ✧ mina el hammani + cis female + she/her — have you noticed zahia choukri around, the twenty-three year old that is from kingfield? i think she’s a fashion designer around here. i ran into them at the lake the other day and found out that they have a set square ruler on their neck. they seemed kind of diffident & quixotic, but also pretty dynamic & sophisticated. i think miguel bernardeau / any male fc has a mark like that, too. small world, huh? althia, 18, gmt.
HI everyone i’m althia 👸🏽👸🏽👸🏽 and i have no idea what im doing !!! i was inspired to join this rp because i saw a few episodes of netflix’s elite and nadia x guzman became my niche interest for some reason ajhnghbhb. help me. but i also love to write genuinely. and under the cut. you will get information about the character i’m writing. pls love us and plot with us. thank u necks necks
✰ BACKGROUND ✰
from a wonderful, loving moroccan-american sunni muslim family. zahia has always been a Golden Girl™ —— not the betty white kind, but the kind where she was always incredibly bright and creative and had many accomplishments from a young age. everyone loved her.
of course, she’s human. she had her share of failures too, or lesser achievements. her family was never unkind about it, always telling her it was okay whenever she was unable to do something. that only made her feel worse; did they not expect much of her, then? they’re just letting her be a failure, she thought. is that how they perceived her? not that special? she wanted to be pushed.
she has a very rich inner world, and she’s governed by her own perspective. in her mind, everything has to be perfect. she’s so hard on herself, and she’s honestly very prone to depression by nature. couple that with how she contains herself inside her own world, well... it’s really unpleasant for her.
she doesn’t quite know how to let other people in, despite being loved and praised all her life. she’s pretty awkward too.
she probably doesn’t seem like such a rigid perfectionist at first, though! she’s SUPER effervescent and talks way too much. her enthusiasm bubbles and overflows.
she was aiming to be a financial advisor at first, but in university she honestly... just mellowed down a little in time. her true passion is really artistic stuff. although the risks make her extremely nervous, her current career path as an aspirant fashion designer..... just feels right.
the lyrics in her blog description are from the song “remember my name” by mitski! honestly a lot of mitski’s oeuvre fit zahia so much. a few other songs that i listened to while fleshing out her character: “sunflower” by rex orange county, “please don’t say you love me” by gabrielle aplin
tl;dr: a beautiful awkward effervescent ambitious gorl
✰ SOME WANTED CONNECTIONS ✰
f r i e n d s. please give her a bestie or something. an unlikely friend. a frenemy. pls
exes??? past almosts? she’s bi btw
* coughs * her.....pair.........honestly pls look at these gifs of mina el-hammani and miguel bernardeau from elite they’re so mf CUTE
i would LOVE some family members too!
people who buy her designs??? idk but please like or message me if you’re down to plot or whatever 😎😎😎
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