#( tv event 002; 4th of july. )
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WHERE: Bountiful Harvest Vineyard & Winery
WITH: @sawyerdecker
While she wasn’t at her worst, Reina Santiago was pretty damn far from her best too as she made her way to the table she was sharing with Sawyer, two drink flights from the Scarlet Lounge in hand. Truth be told, she hadn’t even wanted to show her face at the town’s fourth of July celebration– after her nice little near death experience a little while back, she wasn’t feeling very festive. But here she was, more so in an effort to keep concerns for her wellbeing at bay; the last thing she fucking needed was anyone coddling her.
It was fair to say she’d already been nursing a nice buzz before she’d even shown up, and now that she was here, she saw no point in stopping, hence the row of drinks she’d gotten for both of them. “Got these,” she started, setting Sawyer’s flight down in front of her, followed by her own, “But… how are you feeling about that shot challenge over at Aria’s booth?” She asked, waggling her brows and giving her a conspiratorial look, “Think we can still knock ‘em back like we used to? Or have we evolved from that?”
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WHERE: Bountiful Harvest
WITH: @lylasalazar
To think– only a moment earlier, he’d been moping over another lost opportunity with his children as he’d shut the car door behind them and watched them drive away with their mother. And now? The chaos erupting around Antonio felt all too familiar– it felt like a warzone half a world away and no matter how badly he wanted to buckle beneath the crushing weight of it, Tony forced himself to see past the smoke all around him and think well beyond the high pitched whine in his ears. Shaking his head, he darted a look around at the flames engulfing the once peaceful July 4th display– a firework show gone horribly wrong.
Racing to his feet, he clambered through the smoke and noise, desperate to find a clearing. In the back of his dazed mind, all he could think about was how grateful he was that Aaron and Amelia had gone home, even if at the time, it had been a disappointment that had weighed so heavily on him, he’d quite nearly bought himself a drink. But the explosive mishap had derailed that line of thinking– thankfully. Only now, fire was looming all around, stealing his attention away from that reflexive need to numb everything he felt with a shot of liquor, or a line of coke.
Scrambling through the heavy smoke, Antonio could scarcely see in front of him. He was blinded, so much so that he nearly collided with someone else. “Shit,” he hissed beneath his breath, squinting down at the stranger. At first glance, she appeared just as dazed and lost as he was. “Hey, hey,” he started, crouching a bit to level his gaze with hers, “I gotcha– come with me,” he began, his inner soldier kicking in much like it had on the battlefield, “This way,” Tony pressed, gesturing off towards his left– a direction he hoped offered some sort of reprieve from the smoke, “Gotta get outta this smoke or we’re fucked.” He was nothing, if not bluntly honest. Eyes narrowing as the thick smoke coiled around them, he grappled for her hand, threading his fingers through hers, though he didn’t even know who she was, “Trust me.”
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WHERE: Bountiful Harvest Vineyard & Winery
WITH: @bariskaplans
Chaos.
It raged all around him and yet somehow, Cole felt at home inside of it. Perhaps it was because it was all he’d ever really known, or maybe it was how he’d always moved through life like the wildfire swirling all around him. Whatever it was, it urged him deeper into the madness rather than away from it. Coughing into the crook of his arm, Cole ventured further into the thick cloud of smoke dousing the winery and everyone close to it in a harsh, impenetrable haze. Help was on the way, he knew that, but until they arrived, the thought of getting out and sparing himself while others were caught between fire and flame was unfathomable– and so here he was, blindly fumbling his way through the smoke and orange smog, eyes stinging as they searched for others lost in the blaze.
Tears blurred his vision as his eyes cut down to a dilapidated structure at his feet– perhaps the remnants of a vendor’s stall? Who knew? But it wasn’t the charred wood or ripped sign that caught his attention. It was the pair of people trapped beneath the wreckage. So blinded by the smoke, the toe of his boot had nearly landed on one of them. Dropping to his knees, Cole shoved chunks of scorched, steaming wood away from them, ignoring the way the heat seeped into the palms of his hands, blistering the skin. But it wasn’t enough– the planks they were trapped beneath were far too heavy for one man. “Hey, hey,” he murmured, squinted eyes zeroing in on the mother-son pair, “I’ve got ya– I promise.”
But he couldn’t do it alone.
Cursing under his breath, he darted a quick glance around. Though it was damn near impossible to see through the smoke, he could scarcely make out the form of another man nearby. "Hey," he shouted, leaping to his feet and waving his arms, "Hey– gimme a hand." He didn’t know who the fuck the other man was, and in the moment, Cole really didn’t care. His only focus was getting these people out before the flames swallowed all of them whole. Once he caught his attention, Cole gestured down at the mother and son, "Gotta get 'em out. Fuckin’ plank’s too heavy.”
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TASK #002: Character Development
“it’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless automat of characters.”
― gillian flynn
BASICS
FULL NAME: katherine mae valtersen
NICKNAMES: kitty, kitty kat
AGE: twenty-two
BIRTHDAY: july 4th, 1996
ZODIAC SIGN: cancer
GENDER: cis female
PRONOUNS: she/her
FAMILY
MOTHER: astrid valtersen
FATHER: even valtersen
PARENTS: astrid & even valtersen
FAMILY: astrid watson (mother), timothy watson (step-father). even valtersen (father), holly north-valtersen (step-mom), kristina malki (step-sister), sylvia valtersen (biological sister)
SIBLINGS: sylvia & kristina, though kitty doesn’t acknowledge krissy as being a “sister”.
CHILDREN (if any): n/a
APPEARANCE
FACECLAIM: madchen amick
HAIR COLOR: light auburn
HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: typically, she keeps it natural. so, because she has thick and semi-curly hair, it’s pretty frizzy but voluminous.
EYES COLOR: dark blue.
HEIGHT: 5′3″ ft. / 1.6 m.
WEIGHT: 104 lbs. / 47.2 kg.
OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: her style varies like none other. one day she’ll look like she just walked out of a 1990′s mystery-horror tv show (wink, wink, cough, cough, twin peaks), another day she’ll look like a very ethereal fairy or enchanting witch. depends greatly on her mood, tbh.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS (SCARS,MOLES): she has quite a bit of softer scarring on her inner wrists, seeing as she has dabbled with self-harm when she was a preteen. she has a huge “battle scar”, as she likes to call it, on her right knee from surgery to fix it’s dislocation. there’s also varying little scars throughout her body from childhood nonsense.
FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: people tend to think kitty is very child-like with a bubbly and sweet but almost complex ditzy way. if that makes sense?? lmao. because she’s usually really stoned when first meeting people, they often write her off as a bimbo. however, she’s very philosophical, has assets and layers to her personality that no one would have guessed, and she’s much more wise than your average person. she beats any label anyone wants to place on her with charisma because she has so many facades and contradictions within her that no one can get a clear read, including herself.
DESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: kitty kat has a very groggily voice that’s a bit scratchy and sultry. however, depending on her mood, she can either be very comical and animated in her voice or she can be very deadpan and quizzical.
TATTOOS: tons. not to the point where she’s covered in them, but she has a few which are neatly hidden. most notably, she has a hand holding a blood-dripping knife on the meaty bit between her index and thumb in black and red ink on her right hand, a fairy behind her left ear in faded pink and green (her first tattoo), a intricate and quite large red and black rose on her thigh, and a white mandala on her upper back right below her neck and shoulders.
PIERCINGS: she has her ears pierced nine different ways to sunday on each ear, lmao. she also has a septum piercing.
HOME LIFE
HOMETOWN: technically oslo, norway.
VEHICLE: doesn’t have one. uses buses or her bike for transportation.
PHONE: iphone 6s
PETS: has a pet rose-haired female tarantula named karma.
EDUCATION / EMPLOYMENT
HIGH SCHOOL: dropped out and took the GED.
COLLEGE: n/a
MAJOR: n/a
CAREER/OCCUPATION: con artist first and foremost, but also gunsmith for the reapers.
EMPLOYER: her step-father/the reapers?? idk, lmao.
YEARLY SALARY: under 60k a year.
FOR LAW ENFORCEMENT
BADGE NUMBER:
WEAPONS:
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LANGUAGES:
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BELIEFS
POLITICAL/GANG AFFILIATION: reapers.
RELIGION: agnostic/pagan.
BELIEFS: she doesn’t have a strict belief system. she follows a lot of what most pagans believe, but she breaks the bounds of following any sort of tradition.
MISDEMEANORS: n/a
FELONIES: n/a
TICKETS AND/OR VIOLATIONS: n/a
DRUGS: smokes marijuana, nothing else.
ALCOHOL: rarely.
RELATIONSHIPS
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: homosexual.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: homosexual.
MARTIAL STATUS: single.
CHILDREN: none.
AVAILABILITY: emotionally unavailable.
LOOKING FOR: nothing.
PERSONALITY AND INTERACTION
PHOBIAS: prev. phobia of the dark
HOBBIES: reading tarot, conspiracy theories, spiritual research, history, painting, sculpting, drawing, writing.
NEGATIVE TRAITS: aloof, depressed, self-loathing, insecure.
POSITIVE TRAITS: loving, quirky, giving, wise.
QUIRKS: taps nose when in thought, picks at cuticles, bites lower lip, grinds jaw when nervous, talks to self, paces, fidgets leg/hands.
SOCIAL MEDIA: n/a.
FAVORITES
LOCATION: on a highway overlooking the city.
SPORT: none.
MUSIC: loooooves, absolutely loves the cranberries.
SHOWS: murder mystery, deadline, stranger things.
MOVIES: cruel intentions, any halloween movie.
BOOKS: TONS! gone girl, girl with the dragon tattoo, this is how you die, sharp teeth, supernatural enhancements, a series of unfortunate events, the diary of sylvia plath, i could go on lol.
FOOD: shawarmas.
BEVERAGE: grapefruit or pineapple soda.
COLOR: emerald green.
MISCELLANEOUS – CLICK THE LINKS FOR MORE INFO
MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good.
MBTI: infj.
ENNEAGRAM: type four: the individualist.
TEMPERAMENT: phlegmatic.
CHINESE ZODIAC: rat.
PRIMAL SIGN: seahorse.
TAROT CARD: reversed would be the magician, upright would be the star.
TV TROPES: deadpan snarker, cute witch, perky goth, the ophelia, the manic pixie dream girl.
SONG: she wants by s.o.s
#gowtask#whaddup got this done in a solid three hours#new record y'all#.... not lmao#i tried though??? lol#‘ i'm the dark one in my family.’ • dossier!
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