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The Edge of Seventeen (2016)
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It was funny how hugs had always been a part of her past live in Mexico but now she couldât really fully accept or give one so when her cousin hugged her, all Rennata could do was return an awkward one-armed hug. âGood, thatâs good.â She said as they broke apart and with a curious frown she peecking into Beccaâs bags and a broad smile curved her lips. âDe eso estaba hablando.â Bringing her bag to the fron and opening it, she showed the other woman the two bottles of tequila and the bags of chips. âHad to bring an appetizer as well but didnât have time to make some guac.â She laughed. The slight good mood between them decay a little bit as they talked about the storm. âI know. But at least people here is not going nuts. Yet. Hope everyone stays that way.â Rennie stopped talking as a loud thunder was heard. âSabes? Iâm ready for some drinks. Come.â Nodding towards the back of the building, Rennata did her best to dodge people walking through, heading directly to the back of a truck. âTime to start our own party. Iâd invite other people but Iâm not in the mood to pour people drinks. I do enough of that already.â She half joked as she sat on the floor cross-legged, mentally thinking and hoping this would be a bonding time with her long time cousin.Â
Rebecca laughed at her cousin feeling as if time hadnât past between them-even if it was just for those few minutes. Both girls had always been secret trouble makers and loved to have fun when they were younger in Mexico: tequila was a bit part of that. âWell it seems like you are a bit more prepared-I just brought what I found in the back of my car.â She replied with a laugh and smile.
Another laugh came out while she followed Rennata out and towards the truck. âYeah...donât worry about it. Left a bottle in there when I first came in and poured a couple drinks anyway. They should be fine...I hope.â She mumbled and bit her lip wondering with so many Ivory and Vittoris in the same place if a fight would break out-it was bound to happen right? Sighing, Rebecca shook her head and sat on her kneeâs as she grabbed to cups and began to pour both of them drinks. Rebecca had ran into Rennata only a few weeks ago and the two of them hadnât really gotten a chance to talk since both were heading to work but now since that topic had come up, the woman thought it was a good time to ask and start with the basics. âA ver, cuenta me que ases? Bartending?â Rebecca guess since Rennata had said she poured drinks.
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Jo: Hey chica! Service is crap
Jo: I'm... kinda alright? I'm at Charlie's. Didn't make it the safe places.
Jo: Did you? Please tell me you did.
Rebecca: It is! Charlie's?
Rebecca: Who all is there JoJo? Be careful....things aren't looking so good.
Rebecca: I'm fine. At the fire station...think it's time for some pole dancing don't you think? ;)
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Rennata didnât like this one bit. The feeling of being captive, useless to the situation and the lack of knowledge of what was happening to her friends. At least there were quite a few people at the fire station that she cared for and knew they were okay, among them, her cousin Rebecca. Sure, they were not quite as close as they had been in the past, most of it was due to Rennieâs own fault, not agreeing to see Becca during her time in prison and by the time she was released, the relationship with her cousin had completely changed. They still talked but it was obvious for both women it was not the same.Â
âHey,â Rennata said, approaching to Becca. âGlad you made it safe here. Youâre okay? Need something?â She asked, in an attempt to⌠how knew, really. âThis is⌠just crazy.â She moved her head left and right, watching everyone trying to settle down.Â
Rebecca stood there observing the situation around her and how everyone was reacting. There were many confused looks as well as scared and guarded ones. She knew they needed to be careful since there werenât just Ivory members here tonight. Also, no one from Ivory knew exactly what had happened other then they were attacked-and that was something Rebecca did not like one bit.
She smiled sweetly though at those who looked at her worried and hoped a smile would ease their worry just a tad bit. The woman also held a bag with three bottles of alcohol since she had been heading towards the Ivory where house and thought a few drinks would do the girls some good. Rebecca had been thinking about the other members when a familiar voice snapped her out of it. Rennata, her cousin from a lone time ago who had once felt like a sister to her. Now...they were more like strangers then family. âRennata! Hi...â She said cautiously but smiled and gave the woman a small hug anyway glad she was here and safe. âYeah Iâm all good...and no no, I donât need anything. But Iâm glad I brought these,â she paused and lifted the bags with the bottles in them and laughed a little, âseems like we might need them.â Rebecca shook her head and sighed a little looking at everyone and whispered, âThis is more than crazy...no one really knows whatâs going on...â
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Rebecca: JoJo!
Rebecca: Where are you missy? You okay?
Rebecca: I swear these messages better be going through...
Rebecca: Hello?
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Quinn is sitting still. Stillness is nice. Even nicer, the drink in hand. Vanilla vodka, sprite, grenadine. A dirty shirley with a twist. Itâs her third. Her mind is turning over, as she is prone to experience. Past events often bubble forward when she is left alone, leaving her with a dazed sort of look in her bright, blue eyes.
Moving to Montreal had turned out okay. It had. Things are coming together, and she is finally finding her place in this city. Though, with bills coming due and little money to pay them with, she knows she is going to have to seek out a true job - the only issue is how she gets paid.
With a sudden burst of energy, she pulls out her phone, wetting her lips as she releases the sweating glass from her grip. Blinking, she grins as she types out her message, speaking the words quietly as she goes.
âI realy miss yo u. Come see m.â
The message is sent, though not to the intended recipient. Instead, it goes out to a random number, her location sharing turned on. She is oblivious of her mishap. The lesson of the night would be donât drink and text.
Rebecca had been drinking with a few of her girlfriends and frowned a little confused as she read the text that she had just received. âLooks like Iâve got a secret admirer...â She told the girls and laughed with a smirk playing on her lips. Looking around, Rebecca caught a woman with blonde hair at the bar looking down at her phone and assumed it might be her. âIâll back right back ladies, donât have too much fun without me.â She teased and stood up with her drink heading straight towards the woman. âHey there stranger....you wouldnât happen to be the lovely gal who sent me this message now would you?â Rebecca question with a wide smile on her lips as she slide the phone to her.
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Plots For Rebecca
Hi guys! Here are a few basic plot ideas but Iâd love for this list to keep on growing and develop with more fun/crazy/dramatic plots! Please message me if youâd like to do/evolve any of these plots!
The Ivory Syndicate Plots (plots that can only be done with Ivory members)
Accidental Hookup: Women/Men and Rebecca slept together once without really thinking about the consequences. (Further ideas/plots can be talked about with each person)
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Donât Tell: One person Rebecca continuously sleeps with regardless of any crazy situation they may be in.
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Friends with Benefits: Self explanatory
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Best Friends:Â Self explanatory
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Enemies: People Rebecca cannot stand in the Ivory, for whatever reason that may be.
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Civil Acquaintances: Rebecca tends to get along with almost all the Ivory members but there are those few that she doesnât know that well quite yet. (Further ideas/plots can be talked about with each person)
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Family:Â Rebecca may have cousins, second cousins, third cousins, forth and so on cousins just like everyone else. Whether they are close or have never been in contact with Rebecca, they remain cousins/family members that are in good/bad terms with her.
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Ghosts: These are two people from Rebeccaâs past that she never thought sheâd see again . (Further ideas/plots can be talked about with each person)
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Helping Hand:Â These are people Rebecca helps if they ever need it.
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Ivory Clients: Men/Women who require/request Rebeccaâs time/talents
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The Vittoris Plots (plots that can only be with Vittoris members)
Friends with Benefits: Self explanatory
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Best Friends:Â Self explanatory
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Accidental Hookup: Women/Men and Rebecca slept together once without knowing which gang they had belonged to.
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Enemies: People Rebecca cannot stand in The Vittoris, for whatever reason that may be.
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Donât Tell: One person Rebecca sleeps with on occasion knowing they are with The Vittoris but doesnât seem to care for whatever reason.
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Switching Sides: Rebecca has a small family but there is always that possibility of having hidden family members who are in The Vittoris gang. (Further ideas/plots can be talked about with each person)
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Vittoris Clients: Since Rebecca is a well known escort/exotic dancer, there will be instances where Vittoris members might be clients or need a lap dance like anyone else. These are people Rebecca speaks to/sleeps with ignoring the fact they are not in the same gang. (Further ideas/plots can be talked about with each person)
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Unaffiliated Plots (plots that can only be done with unaffiliated members)
Friends with Benefits: Self explanatory
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Best Friends: Self explanatory
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Accidental Hookup: Women/Men and Rebecca slept together once without knowing which gang they had belonged to.
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Enemies: People Rebecca cannot stand for whatever reason that may be.
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Civil Acquaintances: Rebecca tends to get along with almost everyone but there are those few that she doesnât know that well quite yet. Â (Further ideas/plots can be talked about with each person)
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Clients:Â Since Rebecca is a well known escort/exotic dancer, there will be clients or need for lap dances. These are people Rebecca speaks to/sleeps with. (Further ideas/plots can be talked about with each person)
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#hiii guys#back from hiatus!#hopeing to get some replies done tonight!#currently on mobile#muse#RebeccaPhoto#RebeccaPhotos#Photo#Photos
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Anger wasnât even a word that he could begin to describe how he felt about everything going on. Bennett was one who liked to keep his coolâthis whole angry thing wasnât something he danced around with very often. After a handful of minutes spent pacing back and forth, his eyes had finally landed on another set. Immediately, a dry laugh passes his lips, as he bobs his head as if to ask âwhat are you looking at?âÂ
âHave anything to say?â He asks, looking to the other expectantly.
âWhoa! Easy there sherif...â Rebecca said and gave a little shrug. âI was looking behind you at the dead bodies when you just happened to look in my direction and assumed I was looking at you.â She tried to clarify but then added, âHow did this happen?â
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(more about Rebecca Salvator)
BASICS
Name: Rebecca SalvatorÂ
Nicknames: Becks, Becky, Becca, Sal
Age: 30
Birthdate: April 14
Birthplace: Mexico City, Mexico
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Pronouns: She/Her
Profession: No degree
PHYSICAL ASPECTS
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Light-Tan
Piercings: Ears & Belly
Tattoos/Scars: Word Loba on the inside of her left ankle
FAMILY
Siblings: None
Parents: Mother (Name TBA)
Pets: None (yet)
Additional: TBA
SKILLS
Talents: Flexible, speaks 5 languages (English, French, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese), great with learning languages, seductive
Hobbies: Dancing, planner (different occasions), styling clothes/decorating rooms
Occupation: Escort (normally by night) / Exotic Dancer / Hostess / Bartender
TRAITS
Positive: Persistant, seductive, multi-tasker
Neutral: Understanding, patient, secretive
Negative: Manipulative, quick-tempered, dominant
LIKES
Colors: Maroon
Smells: Cinnamon & warm pastries
Music: Latin (favorite) & everything else
Drinks: Tequila & bourbon & vodka & rum & gin
OTHER DETAILS
Smokes: Yes
Drinks: Yes
Drugs: Yes
Been Arrested?: No
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Rebecca Salvator
About Rebecca Salvator
THE CHARACTER//
Character Name ; Rebecca Salvator
Faceclaim ; Karla Souza
Age & Birthday ; 30 ll April 14
Gender & Pronouns ; Female ll She/her
Affiliation ; The Ivory Syndicate
Occupation ; Exotic Dancer/Hostess/Bartender (by day) ll Escort (by night)
THE STORY//
Every country has their pros and cons; every person has their strengths and their weekensess. Rebecca Salvator had just as many weaknesses as her strengths while living in Mexico City. The woman had been born to a single mother and had no siblings. Like anyone who has lived in Mexico, life isnât fair or easy for anyone. The money workers recieve is crap. The meals and food that one eats has to be bought and cooked the same day for only that day. The hours that one works are too long for little pay. Corruption is going on in every corner. Drugs are sold everywhere. The list goes on and on! But Rebecca Salvator still managed to find the beauty and peace in everything she saw and touched.
Her mother was always working-that Rebecca remembered. The mother worked in everything and anything that she could find in order to support her daughter with food and education. However, that only got so far for the two of them. Eventually, without Rebecca knowing, the mother began to make real money in only one way: selling her body. All the little Salvator remembered was her mother bringing home strange men late at night or going out with them and not returning until the next day early in the morning before. It wasnât until Rebecca got older that she began to question her mother and the weird visits they would get. Ms. Salvator simply told her daughter to mind her own business and focus on what was important which consisted knowing how to cook, clean, and doing the best in every one of her classes at school. And to never, NEVER do drugs.
Rebecca was innocent and therefore had done every single thing her mother had asked of her without hesitation. She cooked for the two of them. She cleaned for the two of them. She had gotten the top score in all of her classes for the both of them. Rebecca had done it all to make her mother proud. The girl always had a smile on her face and was there to lift anyones spirits up. If there were stray dogs, sheâd give them a place to stay for the night. When someone at school didnât have food or enough to eat that day, without a thought Rebecca handed them money or gave them her own lunch. Little things such as saying hello to a homeless person on the streets or helping an old lady came easily and effortlessly to the little Salvator.
That all changed on the evening of her 15th birthday. Her mother had told her that there wouldnât be enough money for her quinceria and Rebecca accepted that like the good daughter she was. But when her mother arrived drunk and practically crawling with another stranger at her side, little Salvator had seen and had enough. The young woman slapped the man hard on his cheek and kicked him out of their house. That night she cried besides her mother who had been pumped with who knows how many drugs and bottles of tequila. Rebecca was upset and crying because she knew her mother shouldnât have to be put through all of this just to be able to get food on their table and keep up with their bills.
The following day everything was different and Rebecca Salvator was never the same. She had begun to hang out with the wrong kind of people and got her hands on any kind of drug that was the talk of the town that month. The woman had tried it all. She no longer cared if her mother had told her to stay away from such crowds, people, or drugs because her mother herself had been a hypocrite. Instead, Rebecca lived like there was no tomorrow. Her studies went to trash, her attitude could be discribed as savage and bitchy, and her skill set had changed drastically to what it once was. Rebecca Salvator knew how to use her body-and she knew how to use it very very well.
One night she was able to prove her skills to a man who had strong connections. The man told her that in exchange for her services she could become very wealthy in a place like Montreal, Canada. And honestly, the proposal sounded very appealing to a girl with the age of 18 with no luck of succeeding in a life here alongside her mother, whom she rarely spoke to those days. Knowing that she didnât have a long time to think about it, Rebecca packed her bags and with a single, âAdios maâ she walked out of her house and into the mans privet car.
Now, after having settled into her somewhat better life, Rebecca stayed in contact with the man who had given her the offer and from him she got other clients and the list continued to grow. What broke Rebecca to the core was when she found out that she had gotten pregnant from that same guy who had slept with her in Mexico and offered her this âamazingâ deal of winning a lot of money and living in Montreal. It was there that she had also found out that the man was part of the Ivory Syndicate. Rebecca could care less about the gang or which person she was escorting for the night as long as they gave her the money that was due. The woman never spoke a word of needing a doctor who did abortions except to a woman that she had met while working at a strip club as a dancer, hostess, and bartender. But the topic was never brought up again.
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