ZION

[zionbanks]

jcxsondavis​:

COFFEE STOP w/ @hidehillstart​

“Do you think that guy thought about what he was saying before it came out of his mouth?”

“Nah, but his ass is thinking now.” She quipped from the table behind him. “Deserves that shit too, mans act like he was raised by wolves.”

[westmaeve-deactivated20221226]

for: any & all! feel free to assume connections or we can plot. where: playpen

@hidehillstart​

“Happy hour is only well drinks, but I’d suggest any cocktail with rum. Other than that, you can’t go wrong with beer.” Crossing her arms over her chest, Maeve gives a small shrug in time to the booming beat drop. “So what’s your drink of choice?”

[zionbanks]

“The last time I drank well drinks, I saw my life flash before my motherfuckin’ eyes, nah.” She was honest, laughing a little bit to go along with the statement, a learned behavior, to those Miami manners seem a little more bearable for the general public. “Lemme get a top shelf margarita, splash of grand marinier if you feelin’ spicy.”

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

Megan Thee Stallion - Tuned In Freestyle

[zionbanks]

“I’m tired of you being fine fine, not just for a white man, and I’m supposed to sit up here and what, listen to you?” She asked Thomas, biting back the laughter that was there, but barely. The woman hadn’t ever bothered to pull any punches. That smile though, the one that bordered on a grin, it was there, and there was no denying that one. “But nah, listen. I looked at the contracts, they need to retain the rights to the music, and the percentage needs to be higher for all y’all. You, and all the girls.” A finger tapped the paper in front of her before it was slid over, for him to come to the same damn conclusion. @thomasxoconnor

[zionbanks]

knoxoakley​:

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 :   open .   (   @hidehillstart​   )

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 :   y/m  house .

the  party  last  night  had  gotten  a  little  too  wild  for  the  oakley’s  taste  ,    but  it  was  instinct  to  go  and  check  on  others  after  he  knew  they  had  way  too  much  to  drink  or  use .     they  hadn’t  been  replying  to  his  text  messages  or  call ,   yes  just  one  unanswered  singular  missed  call  would  freak  the  off  duty  firefighter  out .     the  front  door  was  unlocked  so  he’d  let  himself  in  ,   checked  to  make  sure  they  were  at  least  still  alive  before  starting  to  make  lunch  that  would  be  nice  and  greasy  to  help  with  that  hangover  he  knew  they  would  have .     the  clanging  of  the  pots  and  pans  must’ve  woke  the  other  up  as  he  sees  them  round  the  corner  of  the  kitchen  ,     “   oh  good  mornin’  ,     sleepyhead .     glad   y’er  still  alive  .    lunch’ll  be  ready  in  probably  another  10  to  20  minutes .   ”

Zion was usually begrudgingly admitting that she even liked men at all, but liking a strange man in your house? She couldn’t have said hell the fuck no, fast enough. That was probably why it was all too easy got her to have picked up the nearest object in the kitchen, which happened to be a plate that he’d left on the counter, and throw it directly at his head. “Now what in the fuck are you doing in my house?” Asked, sounding sleepy, hungover, irritated as all hell.

[queenstallion1]

Megan Thee Stallion🖤

[zionbanks]

✦ MEG THEE STALLION, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ✦ ZION GRACE BANKS the TWENTY SEVEN year old has been in Hidehill for ON AND OFF FOR SIX YEARS and was a HARPO, WHO DIS MAN? to Ronnie Nilsson, the most recent shadow of Hidehill. Whispers on the streets are that the MUSIC PRODUCER who lives in HARLOW are said to be AMBITIOUS and UNAPOLOGETIC but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves

Name: Zion Grace Banks

Age: Twenty Seven

Gender and Pronouns: Cis Woman, She/Her

Birthdate and Sign: 1 April, Aries

Occupation: Music Producer, previously dancer, bartender, outreach coordinator, and make up artist

Education: Graduated from Berklee College

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pets: A frenchie named Otis. 

Zion had early memories of her mother singing around the house, and still claims she can tell you the night she fe in love with music. Her parents were supportive, growing up, but once she got older she realized it wasn’t her parents that were supportive as a whole, but moreso her mother inspired her father to be.

It devastated the whole family unit when they found out her mother was ill, including her little sister Zaylee. She never bothered to say she was half, because she was family, either way. They both had made a promise to their mother, one of many, that they would never let go of their dreams, and never stop wanting bigger and better. When she passed, Zion swore to make good on that promise, along with the one that she made insisting that she take care of that same sister.

That was when she tried, tried to help her make the right decisions, tried to keep her from her fathers bullshit, but rarely succeeded. The man constantly tried to play them against one another, and create problems where there truly were none. She kept a tally of every time he crossed her, and tried to come between her and the only thing she had left, her sister.

Eventually, she graduated highschool under the care of her grandmother, who had lived in hidehill all her life. After that, she attended one of the most promising music schools in the country. After all, she was nobody’s fool, and wanted to know both the best techniques for music, and for business. Zi succeeded there, and halfway into her freshman year, had her first big break. It was only up from there, and it continues to be.

In her mother and grandmothers honor, she settled in Harlow, staying close to where they were raised but could never afford. She was their success story, and intended to continue to be that. Now, she has graduated school and not only helps the artists that reach out, but always scouts for more talent.

Potential connections coming soon.