where : sweet cheeks cabaret when : may 1st who : @sourhercine

"AND THEN THEY TOLD ME TO SHUT UP and just sell the tickets instead of talking so much!" Farah's hand that was against her husband's forearm moved so she could slightly raise them in the air, the action proving just how bewildered she was to get such a comment. "And I wasn't even talking that much! Is it really a crime to ask people questions while they're paying for tickets? And then responding? It wasn't like I was holding a whole lecture with each person!" Continuing to walk through the crowd and food trucks that had surrounded them, finally free from her duties of working the ticket booth that had gone on for a few hours and happy to spend it with Esteban, even if he had spent a fair amount of time hanging around where she was working when not getting distracted by something, or someone, else. Instead of being further astonished by the comment, though, her expression dropped a bit, arms dangling like dead weight at her sides with a lack of energy. "Maybe I shouldn't have even volunteered, or they shouldn't have accepted my volunteering. I'm probably the last person people want to see at an event fundraising for a missing person, much less working at one." These thoughts would've been trapped inside her head, a rare feat for Farah, if she were speaking to anyone else. The door girl of the location of the event would have previously tried to hide such feelings, as she had done in years prior, believing that doing so was the best way to protect him from dealing with any further backlash of her own past. Regardless of her previous beliefs, it had never worked out for either one of their best interests, only turning to make their connection more convoluted than anything else. Her fingertips of one hand played with the ends of the pleats of her short black skirt, the combination of the comment made to her and the not-so-recent attack at the diner suddenly making her feel as if having any role in the community was a futile effort on her part. Even if her voice was a bit deflated, she still turned towards him, asking, "Did you find a favorite food truck while I was selling tickets? "

where : delilah den's gated community when : mid april who : @d-mures

DESPITE NOT HAVING MANY DAYS completely off of work between her two part time jobs, Farah found it difficult to be productive on the ones she did have and would choose instead to be lazy and pamper herself. While some electronic music played at a medium volume from the boombox plugged into the corner of the bedroom, she placed the last of rollers in the front of her hair, clipping it into placed to secure the at-home blowout she had performed on her hair. When the sound had first rang out, it had only hit her ears as the beat dropping within the song currently playing, until the second time and she was able to recognize it as instead someone at the door. Pulling it open, her unusually bare face, as she was rarely seen without her reputable makeup look, being the welcoming visage when she pulled the door open. "Oh, hey!" Smile gracing her features when it was Love that appeared before her, her head swiveled to look behind her for just a moment, as if she needed the reminder. "Esteban isn't here right now, if you came to see him. I think he's stuck at the shop for a few more hours." Pulling the door further open, she stepped aside to invite the other in. Having a close circle of friends was something that she had lost once she gave that confession so many years ago, losing so many she once thought she could trust to call close friends. And even if she was disappointed to learn many wanted nothing to do with her once she was released, Farah truly couldn't blame them, either. But being offered some acceptance from her husband's friends was a privilege she wasn't expecting but welcomed with open arms. "Unless you still want to come in? I was about to do this face mask made with cucumber water--which, sounds kind of like a rip off as cucumbers are already 90% water, but at least it should be hydrating." Her brows creased more merely a moment as she considered her own thought before shrugging it off. "Plus, I have some Fava Bean Kuku; have you ever had them before?"

HER FAINTLY LINED LIPS CURLED INTO A GRIN. "I don't think an excuse would hurt, as long as said excuse is about how you were just dying to be in my riveting company and yearned for my attention." She pushed her long black hair, that gained some moments of freedom from the ponytail it was forced to be tied up when in the morgue, over her shoulder before his chin swiftly replaced it. "I missed you, too." This time, her words lacked any unnecessarily added theatrics, just genuity, despite the fact that it couldn't have been much more than just a few hours since the two had woken up next to each other that morning. Yet, she truly meant the words, never reaching that end to the honeymoon phase that she often heard people describe the beginning of relationships as. It hadn't been her own experience, as the part-time door girl was positive she was just as captivated with him as when he saved her run-away groceries in a parking lot all those years ago. The feeling must have been somewhat mutual, as Esteban had yet to gotten tired of her random conversation switches, endless need to yap no matter the time of day, or unorthodox interests. "I did," she admitted, no less of the smile on her face. She allowed the cup to be moved away from her without any reaction, the action done thoughtlessly in the first place. "But you can say it again if you really want to." "Este, hey!" She finally whined, swatting his hand away from her face without any true force behind the movement but hoping it was enough to deter him from further touching the fair amount of cosmetics coating her skin. "I don't spend so much time in the morning to put on this makeup just for you to try and ruin it before the afternoon even rolls around, you know." Rosy lips formed into a pout, not truly upset with her husband, but not pleased at the idea of having her makeup looked ruined, either, since she did put a decent amount of time in, while he slept and would most likely need three more reminders before actually leaving the bed, to make sure her appearance was that to which she liked. She practically didn't even recognize herself when the thickly drawn on wings weren't around her eyes. "Are you going to tell me the two other reasons? Because I don't think there's any secret beauty meaning to nose freckles. Although, that probably would be your best bet to get me to change my mind. Or if someone like Elvira has one. I think I could be swayed by that." Pleased with her suggestion winning out overall, she popped up from the chair and copied their actions by throwing away her cup. "If it was the Hobbits, maybe they just swooped in so quickly when I blinked. But-" She pushed herself up a bit so her mouth was closer to his ear, as if filling him in on a secret. "You should get one that has strawberry in it this time because I think they would really like it." Amused with her own joke, her hand never once tried to pull away from theirs, if anything, swinging it just slightly. "I don't think I want to live underground. I was downstairs all morning at the funeral home, and I think I was starting to forget what sunlight looked like. I like being out in the sun too much to let our house fall into the ground. And what about the garden?" Her thumb reached to rub against the finger that was playing with the spinner on her ring. "Maybe you could change my mind if you really wanted to find some dinosaurs."

"Hey, I didn't say I was bored at work, Bash keeps me busy. Just... understimulated." He feigned offense to her matter-of-fact statement, albeit, it should be considered a step up from... the entirety of his job history to date. "Do I need an excuse to go on a date with my wife, though? I did miss you." The lovesick undertone had been ceaseless to extinguish from the moment they had embarked on an avow of them. The corner of his mouth twitched, leaning over to rest his chin on her shoulder for a moment. A hand snaked forward, pushing the cup away from her mouth, mostly to stop that horrible sound of the straw looking for sustenance at the bottom of the cup. Then, a pierced brow curvated upward, as if he'd happened upon a magnetising revelation. Sitting back, a thin index finger nudged her on the shoulder, persisting, "You just wanted to hear me say it, didn't you?" The hand clutching onto hers faithfully had idled to spin the fidget ring suffused among the decorum of other rings on her fingers, substituting the unconscious desire to rattle the table with the motion of his legs shaking. Esteban turned his chin inward, warding off an invisible itch against the collar of a mildly oil-stained flannel shirt, enjoying the moment with her. The smoothie bar had become an effectual secondary to the pie diner that Farah demanded they now religiously avoid, although... he kinda missed the merengue pies.

"I'm not doing anything —" And he wasn't a good liar. Pouting his lower lip, he protested, "Aw, c'mon, it's like, not even worth concealing. I have two other good reasons, too." Uncovering it from the heap of makeup she caked on her face every morning, without fail, he wiped the excess off on the napkin in front of him, chuckling to himself. "Uh, no way, I went to pee earlier, and when I came back, it was empty. It was either you or the smoothie Hobbits. Why would I drink your smoothie when you leave if I could do it in front of you?" Knowing Farah, she wouldn't put up too much of a fuss about them sharing food. Or... were smoothies food? Thick set of brows twinged as he momentarily dazed himself into thought, and then, Esteban snapped out of the reverie when her boot thumped against his Converse. His own foot sailed outward, returning the rebuff. "Fiiine," he griped, his palms flattening against the table as he slid out of the seat and chucked his empty cup into the garbage can nearest to their table, his other hand linked with hers aiding the shorter counterpart to step down from her seat. "You know, I'm kinda glad to see the sun after the winter we had. If I ever have to shovel that much feet of snow off our roof again..." Cheeks puffed outward, sliding his other hand into his pocket as he fell into stride with her. "I think we could just let our house sink into the ground next time. Maybe we'd find the dinosaurs at the center of the earth."

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where : sweet cheeks cabaret when : may 1st cap : none for now

FARAH WAS POSSIBLY THE WORST PERSON that could've been chosen to play the role of collecting tickets at the door. She wasn't taking money off the top or doing anything that could defined as criminal, however, her ability to keep her own chatter to a minimal amount was nonexistent, as proven by the long line at the door to her side job as she incidentally started much longer conversations with each purchase of a ticket. "Have you tried any of the food trucks yet? They all look so good, so I'm already taking suggestions on which is the best once I reach my break," the raven-haired girl confessed as she picked up one of the the arm bands that denoted a person had already paid for their attendance, metal money box left open. "I feel like a buffet style of food is just begging for me to eat way more than I should. And even going in thinking that, I will still probably do so, if there's enough left by the time I'm done working." Lost in her own rambling, she finally lifted her head to lock eyes with the person on the other side of the table. "Are you paying cash for your ticket?"

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"IS THAT WHAT CAUSED THIS IMPROMPTU DATE? You're just bored at work. And here I thought it was because you missed me." Her tone was too sweet to imply any true offense from the statement, the grin that appeared on her face once she was done taking one more noisy slurp from the cup in front of her solidifying that. "Work hasn't been too busy for me, either, but I think that's better for everyone." It wasn't exactly a brag for Farah to have when the funeral services of Anchorage did get busy, as it usually meant some kind of tragedy had to preface it. Besides, it did give her more time in the embalming room with a textbook in her lap to study for getting her certificate. (Or, rearranging the plants that that were upstairs and decorated the funeral arrangement rooms, but it was a task she didn't prefer to be given.) Her nose scrunched in distaste, simply playing along with his words when his thumb came into contact with her nose, familiarity giving away to his ulterior motives. "I know what you're doing. You're going to mess up my makeup just for a freckle." She had noticed her husband's appreciation for the small spot on her nose that was usually buried under foundation and some highlight for contouring, not that he ever tried very hard to hide it once she had been barefaced in front of him for the first time. Hues surrounded in extended wing liner gave them a side-eyed look from where she sat next to him, only for the stunt to be quickly forgiven with the small kiss and a roll of her eyes that would've had hearts in them were she some sort of animated character. "Oh, no. That was all you. If I go up there and order another one, I'll come back to my own smoothie empty, and it still won't be your fault. They'll be some sort of smoothie Hobbits to blame." The side of her leather boot bounced off the side of Esteban's shoe, a feat that was almost impressive to be successful considering how he barely kept them in one place. "I'll walk up there with you if you want me to, though."

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The lysis impounding around them couldn't infiltrate the blissful ignorance that had encapsulated the coupling for six years now — a hitch of a drive-by shooting aside late last year, and Farah's self-imposed ban from the Buttermilk Sky Pie Diner's windowed booths, they were privy to enjoying each other's presence in public spaces again. Esteban hadn't been all that perturbed, in the first place, and in another life, the sheer oblivion of casting his cares to the wind would have ordained a fine specimen for a militia propaganda. Instead, he was dreamy smiles and one hand entwined with hers while he fidgeted with the plastic cup of papaya mango ginger, swinging his knees underneath the hardback chairs. "I'll drive you back to work, promise. The shop's been a lot slower now that we're not getting tire changes and new oil pans with all that wildlife running loose." A good tenure of over a decade in Alaska, he could handle the sight of prehistorically sized moose. There had been a time or two, in fact, where he was shooing them away from the back of her pride and joy — a refurbished hearse — in the parking lot of Giant while she hurried to shove the groceries in the vehicle. Squeezing his fingers around hers, he leaned in closer, feigning, "I think you got a little bit of your smoothie bowl on your nose — here, let me get that." The pad of his thumb crossed the bridge of her nose to boop the freckle that stood out on her septum, a fleeting kiss pressed to the corner of her mouth chastely. His elbows propped up on the table, bringing the straw to his lips. His nose wrinkled in disdain when it scraped the bottom and kicked up that annoying buzz of an empty cup. Pushing it away from him in an act of disgust with the noise, he added, "I think someone drank all of mine. Couldn't have been me. You owe me a refill."

IT WAS RARE FOR FARAH TO BE WALKING AROUND TOWN for a numerous amount of reasons. If it wasn't for the way her chunky ankle boots that barely put her over five foot didn't have great grip in the icy conditions the Alaskan town was known for then it was the protection her refurbished hearse provided against whoever still held mistakes from over a decade ago over her head. In hindsight, driving such a recognizable vehicle when paranoid thoughts plagued one probably wasn't the best of ideas, but she had never been one to shy away from attention. It was never herself she was worried about harm coming to, after all. Snow crunching under her feet while a plastic bag full of stark black eyeliner and contour powder in one hand and a fur covered purse under the arm of the other, Farah just barely managed to brace herself with a palm against the freezing metal of a nearby light post when the collision occurred. "Oh, shit," were the first two words out of her mouth as she looked at the mess of papers that were now flittering down to the snowy sidewalk. "Do you need a hand?" She offered one in their direction, only to then pull it back as the thought popped into her mind that her help may not be the type to be eagerly accepted. "Actually, I'll just help with your papers. Before they get all ruined, or, you know, something pops right out of the snow and takes off with them."

open starter: @anchoragestarters cap: none! date & location: early march, around town

there were many irons in the fire, if one couldn't tell by the very appearance of one boo jonghyeon. he'd gotten just slightly ahead of himself, absorbed in his work for the entire duration of the day, and now he was left to simply kick himself for not planning better ahead of time. you see, schedules were extremely important to the keyboardist, always followed diligently ( instances like today were rare ) – with it being thrown off, he was left feeling thoroughly of his depth. not to mention the contemned fact that the sun had set, and he had no way of contacting his bandmates... fuck. he'd left the theatre some time ago, set out towards delilah's, bag slung over his shoulders and a binder of sheet music held to his chest, cheeks rosy from the frigid air. the weather was far from ideal for numerous reasons, one of them being the pain and stiffness that the cold brought his leg; he really could not get home soon enough. however, the approach was derailed, quite abruptly, at that, as he collided with another body, not enough attention being given to what was in front of him. in the bat of an eye, he was on his ass, landing on the ice with an oof!, papers flying everywhere, as if they were particles of a blizzard themselves. curse his balance issues, and the snow. what a miserable night. “ mianhae, ” he voiced, “ i'm sorry. i wasn't looking... ”

❀ *◦ tarayummy. demi girl. she/her. bisexual/biromantic. ⇝ hey, isn’t that farah dybala-veracruz? i think that the twenty seven year old from nome, alaska works as an assistant at gothland sepulture & mausoleum and a door girl at sweet cheeks cabaret & burlesque lounge, but outside of that people describe them as chunky jewelry layered over itself, graphic tee's and tanks with catchy phrasing, and hopping from conversation topics with little warning. i hear they are profligate & histrionic, but they are also known to be incorruptible & forthright. consider giving them a visit at their home in delilah's den gated community and get to know why they’re called the clean slate.

trigger warnings for intro: car accident, parental death, adoption, fire, (accused) murder/manslaughter, juvie

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Farah was born to her parents who were high school sweethearts, although she barely has any memories of either of them aside from what had been told to her by others. When she was still just a toddler, her parents were killed in a car crash coming home after a date night out.

The same parental figure that was watching her that night would later go on to adopt her officially, and that would be the childhood she would remember, growing up in a single-parent household. Nonetheless, she was a pretty happy child, despite how often it was pointed out to her that not only her upbringing was unconventional but she, herself, had a lack of filter every time she opened her mouth and a collection of unpopular interests. (Most ten year olds would not squeal in excitement over receiving a taxidermied opossum as a birthday present....)

The Persian girl was able to shrug it off decently well, however, and would go on to find a group of friends that accepted her eccentric charms. However, teens she had found herself often hanging around had a penchant for causing some harmless trouble as a form of entertainment, a hobby that Farah enthusiastically joined in on.

Until it wasn't as harmless as it was intended, resulting a fire that was meant to be small and contained turning wayward. It wouldn't be until the next day that word would make it around the Alaskan town that a life had been taken by the fire that was started with matches and half-finished math homework.

Long days of interrogation would come next, the teens not being careful about covering their tracks considering they never intended to cause such a serious crime. Her lips had mostly been sealed until it was rumored that the police were honing in on trying to place the blame on her friend, Mindy Jix.

She would make the quick decisions to confess to the crime, taking full credit for starting the fire and ditching the scene without putting it out. That would be the last day her reputation would ever be tied to a word other than murderer, first and foremost.

The confession was recanted before the trial, but by that point, she was already known for all of Nome, Alaska and the nearby towns for it, stories of exaggeration spun about her seemingly everywhere she turned. She would still be placed behind bars, not only for giving a false statement, but under manslaughter charges as the evidence wasn't there to charge her with more.

Farah would spend the next three years in juvenile detention, finally being released when she reached the age of legal adulthood.

Adjusting to life afterwards challenging for her, and the judgment she received from those who believed she had intentionally caused such a tragedy only made it more difficult, leading to the move from Nome to Anchorage. She would eventually go on to get a job as a door girl at the Sweet Cheeks lounge while she worked on getting an internship, and later assistant role, at the funeral service. It was the job her parent had and sounded interesting enough to her.

It wouldn't be long after she was slowly getting her life put back together, and luckily, being supported by her parent through the acclimation, that she would meet her now-husband, Esteban, who never once treated her negatively due to her criminal past, even after she finally informed him of it.

After a few years of dating, the two would finally get married, while she continues to try and work her way up to being more than just an assistant at the funeral service, which is where she is now.

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yapperella, mayor of yapville, certified yapper even if what is coming out of her mouth is the stupidest shit you've ever heard

persian and loud about it

lacking a lot of basic social skills from being in juvie during her most formative years as the environment wasn't very conducive to grow up in such a strict and restrictive environment, especially with the thought in the back of her mind that essentially everyone in the world but two people believed her to have killed someone

style is very late 90s/early 2000s with lots of von dutch and ed hardy and leather and studs.....it can best be described as rock of love aesthetic, if anyone else watched that show.

always has the most obnoxious winged eyeliner on (partially because she went crazy experimenting with makeup once she finally had access to do so).

TARAYUMMY

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