genevieverhodes:
Open Starter | The Penrose Bar
It had been too long of a day, shoot after shoot and the girl needed to relax a bit. Walking into the first bar she saw she went straight up to ask for a dirty martini. Nodding to the bartender once he handed it to her she looked at the person sitting beside her, “Would you like one?” she asked them giving a small smile.
nova usually wasn’t the type to find herself in the confines of a bar for the drinks , but after the day she’d had she figured a nice glass of pinot noir would be the perfect way to send off her night. so there she was , fingers sifting through the basket of french fries she had ordered to keep her occupied while she patiently waited for the bartender to pour her drink. she didn’t mean to stare at the drink the girl next to her had ordered , but to be completely honest she had never seen a drink with olives in it before. “ oh no — i just ordered my wine , but thank you ! i was just curious as to what that was , i don’t think i’ve actually seen a martini with olives in it before …. i always thought that was like a joke or something “ she softly chuckled , smiling at the bartender who just placed her drink in front of her. “ are you supposed to actually eat the olives ? or is it more for decoration ? “
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motionz:
eyes roll so hard he’s suprised they haven’t fallen out of his head, jude gently elbowing his company in the side to garner their attention elsewhere. ❝ i think we’ve got fans, ❞ only to be met by the blinding FLASH of some paparazzo’s camera in the bushes, the incessant c l i c k of their photo being snatched. ❝ can’t even get food without them always lurking around — i hope we at least get a funny headline. or something totally out of left field. ❞
nova’s lost in her own little world — eyes staring off into the distance as she holds her coffee cup up to her lips , making a mental checklist of all the orders she had put off completing until after she went out for lunch ( truly procrastination at it’s greatest ). she’s only snapped out of her trance when she feels an elbow nudging at her side , only to wince at the bright flash that goes off as soon as she looks up. “ sheesh , could those things get any brighter ? “ she groans , immediately shielding her face from the light as she turned her attention to look at jude. “ you know what i’ve always wondered ? “ she paused for a moment , mainly to add to the dramatic effect of her rhetorical question , “ like…how do they find you , do you think they have little spies set up all around the city that just call in as soon as they spot someone famous or do you think it’s more of a fate situation ? “ she shrugged , stabbing her fork down into what was left of her lunch. “ either way it’s kind of freaky , don’t you think ? “
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astridmorrow:
𝐖𝐇𝐎: astrid morrow & @willowstart
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: astrid shares an ounce of kindness aka alcohol
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: somewhere around pine court!
When Astrid wasn’t throwing parties, she usually wandered around at night. She moved to Willow Estate for the privacy. For the feeling of safety. Of course, there was the security breach but what did people find out? That Astrid was just as fucked up as ever? She had basically been branded a problem since she was a teenager. She was just trying to make sure that she could seem semi-reformed in the public eye as much as possible.
It still didn’t stop her from trailing along the streets and finding her own nook, pressed up against a tree on the public lawn with a mini bottle of vodka in her hand. It seemed like a hilarious sight. Astrid Fucking Morrow, former child star, drinking her sorrows away on a lonely night. Maybe that could work as a headline. “Unless you’re here to like, trauma bond or some shit or are like hiding something harder in your back pocket, I’m not interested,” she said, feigning the want of company. She played that well every time. Pushing people away meant that she couldn’t disappoint anyone when things eventually got tough. She knew she wasn’t a nice person, and honestly, she didn’t know how to change that so… it was better to just tell people to fuck off the first time and get it over with. As she finally looked at the person who had walked in her vicinity, she let out a sigh and offered her bottle to them.
“Or… since you’re here, keep me company? I promise I won’t like, maim you.”
‘ c’mon , just one more mile ‘ , that was the mental mantra that nova had been repeating to herself for that last three miles since she began running over half an hour ago. it may not have been the safest idea , but nova always enjoyed doing her exercise when the sun went down — it was cold , it was quiet , and there was usually no one around to bother her ( though , she kept pepper spray in her bag just in case there ever was ).
she had finally reached her home stretch , a brisk walk down the top of the hill she had just ran up. everything seemed to be normal , a scattered few cars zooming past her up the hill to where she didn’t doubt one of her distant neighbors was throwing a party , the noise of bunnies and other various night creatures rustling through the bushes , and …wait , is that astrid ? the closer she gets the more the features begin to make out : platinum blond hair , a sorrowful look on her face and a bottle of vodka in her hand — yep , that was her.
“ are you — “ before she can get the rest of her sentence out astrid’s already cutting her off , causing her to keep her distance just in case the other snaps and she needs to make a break for it. “ not hiding anything harder , but i am wondering what you’re doing out here all alone “ she takes a small step closer , a wave off relief drowning her body when astrid extends the bottle out to her like a peace offering. she was a little reluctant to take it , nova and vodka didn’t usually agree with each other but she figured one sip wouldn’t hurt.
a deep breath filled and exited her lungs before she raised the bottle to her lips , a sour expression immediately flooding her face at the bitter taste as she struggled to swallow. “ i’ll make you a deal , “ she had to pause to catch her breath , shots usually knocked the wind out of her. “ i’ll keep you company , if you at least come back home with me …and maybe let me make you something to eat , yea ? “ she said , extending her hand out in case she needed help getting up.
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* OMG HIII !!! i’m kenny ( 20 , she + her ) and i’m so so excited to bring nova to willow ! i’ve had this lil baker girl character brain rot for quite some time now but i haven't really had the chance to iron it out until now —i’ll admit , the bio is a little bit rough but it’s got all the ideas i can think of for now .
my ims are always open if you want to plot or just chat about literally anything and i’m more than happy to do that on discord too if it’s easier for you :)
quick stats :
name : nova castillo
age : twenty - three
height : 5′5″
birthplace : seattle , washington
occupation : baker / social media personality
living : juniper drive
backstory :
nova is the first and only child born to her two loving parents after years and years of trying for their miracle baby .
her parents owned a bakery , the blue box , where they sold a bunch of colombian & mexican inspired treats and assorted goods ( which , you guessed it , were always packaged in blue boxes ) .
she was their perfect little girl : sweet , curious , kind , and most importantly always in the kitchen . nova practically played with rolling pins and wooden spoons more than her actual toys , always pretending to be a little baker just like her parents were .
from a young age she learned her way around the kitchen , her parents were very hands on with her because not only was baking a way that they made a living but it was a way that they expressed pride in their culture , which eventually rubbed off onto their daughter .
the earlier parts of her life seemed straight out of a hallmark movie . to anyone else it may seem too good to be true , but despite all their efforts , her parents weren’t able to always give nova the perfect life they wanted her to have.
CONTENT WARNING : parental death , cancer , suicide , orphaned
when nova was 16 , her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer . her family did everything in their power to allow her to recover : chemotherapy , surgeries , buying whatever medication the doctor’s so much as recommended , but unfortunately it wasn’t enough. by the time she was 17 , she had lost her mother .
the loss of her mother wasn’t easy on her rest of her family — with his wife gone , her father spiraled into a deep depression for about a year and would eventually take his life after losing what felt like all his purpose.
END CONTENT WARNING
she spent the next handful of years being angry — thinking that the universe was trying to curse her for not being a good enough daughter ( definitely not true ) . she was hard on herself , barely scraping by the get her high school diploma , shutting out all of her friends and quitting on baking all together .
nova skipped out on college , getting a job at a target close by only to make enough money to buy herself groceries and keep up with the bills as she lived in the house that her parents left behind .
accepting that this was her life now , she continued to work only to survive but eventually decided that maybe it was time for her to start truly processing the fact that both of her parents had passed on — so , she finally began to sort through their things.
in the midsts of the months long project , she was sifting through a bunch of old mail and other assorted papers when she found a letter addressed to her , which of course she opened.
to make a long story short , the letter was from her mother seemingly written during the time she was battling cancer which stated in the event of her passing , the bakery was to be left to nova.
even just seeing the word bakery catapulted her back into so many happy memories she shared with her parents while they were alive — and though it may have taken her a couple of weeks she ultimately decided that the only true way to honor her parents and the life they built was to open the bakery back up , the only question was how .
it seemed like an act of the universe ( the same one she had spent so many years being so angry at ) that the show cupcake wars was auditioning in seattle for their upcoming season , and the prize money of $10,000 was more than what she needed to get the bakery up and running again .
so , she spent the next month getting back into the swing of baking — spending all of her time in between shifts preparing all the various sweet treats that had been ingrained into her memory ever since she was a child , and after all of her hard work landed herself a spot as a baker on the next season of the show.
it was a stressful journey , but the sugar paved road led her to not only the grand prize , but a massive social media presence after her concha cupcakes turned into an overnight viral sensation.
for the next year after that , she took time to re-open the bakery that eventually became one of the must-visit restaurants in seattle .
her stardom has only continued to grow from there. :getting interviewed on various different talk shows and news outlets who all wanted to cover her bakery and her story. at this point , she spends most of her time working on growing her ( and the bakery’s ) social media following , posting videos and pictures on various platforms of her baking and even doing some live-baking twitch streams every now and then .
personality :
truly she is just a sweetie pie ( lol ) , no but serious nova is literally just such a sweetheart — she’s a lover before all else and even though that doesn’t always work out the best for her she doesn’t plan on changing any time soon .
she’s one of those people who just like … doesn’t know how to say no which makes it really easy for her kindess to get taken advantage of . it’s happened to her before and though she can pick up when it’s happening she’s more likely to turn a blind eye and put a smile on her face than to actually call anyone out for it .
speaking of calling out , she’s absolutely never heard the word confrontation in her life . as you can very well predict she’s just very much like :) can’t we all just be friends ! and even though she knows the answer is no sometimes she’s gonna try anyways .
despite being obnoxiously kind she’s not like … stupid LIKE DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN LIEJFLSDFOUHF — she just …like she knows what it’s like to hurt and she knows that she hates feeling like that so she tries to avoid putting herself in those situations and she tries to like tell if someone’s like taking advantage of her but i can promise you she will only realize it when it’s too late and then will not say a word about it .
she has a very like comforting and welcoming energy about her — like someone you feel like you can go to about anything and everything and they won’t judge you like someone could probably tell her they cheated on their boyfriend and she’d just be like :( those things happen it’s okay!! you could call her anywhere any time and she’ll try her best to be there for you with baked goods in hand
extroverted introvert is the best way to describer her socially , she loves talking to people and just making conversation with literally anyone that will engage her but after being out for so long she’ll need to go home and curl up with a nice cup of tea and a book for a while just to be by herself and recharge.
extras :
she has a lil dog ! a mini aussie named apples ( i found the name on pet finder don’t judge ) and that’s just her little baby !
her house and the surrounding area probably always smells like something sweet because she’s always baking so hopefully her neighbors like dessert
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