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@Enchanted Fairy I can reconsider. At the moment my biggest struggle is finding a nice enough face claim that doesnt look too old and fits the character I have in mind. None so far.
Ah, I'm not 100% I can keep up with twice a week and I don't want to let the RP down so anyone else is welcome to my spot
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I second this - I can't probably keep up with the pace and don't want to slow down others. I'll give my place to someone else <3
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| xxx 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Mia Jakobson 𝓐𝓰𝓮 & 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 18; November 26 2002 𝓩𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Sun; Sagittarius  Moon; Leo  𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Cis-female; she/her 𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I mean... girls? Just wow. But like whatever honestly." Queer; it's the closest to a label you'll ever get with Mia 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓼 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Single 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Tallinn, Estonia 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The Artist 𝓯𝓬 | 𝓬𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Mary Elizabeth Winstead | 50CCAE | █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ |    𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Mia is pretty sure her existence ruined her mother's life. Being an accident born out of a college one night stand, Mia never really knew who her biological father was. And while being a single parent in Estonia wasn't all that uncommon, Mia is - to this day - pretty sure that her mother didn't actually want to keep her. Mia and her mother lived in a city called Tartu until her mother got a job from Tallinn. Mia was five when they moved there. She grew up without much rules or anyone to look after her for that matter. Her mother didn't have time to look after her, being more focused in building her career that had been put on hold by Mia's birth. In the absence of restrictions Mia got herself in all sorts of trouble, getting a few broken bones and twisted ankles along the way. In school, Mia was always an exemplary student. Studying was her outlet of frustration and boredom, so it wasn't a surprise the girl got near perfect grades. Most teachers liked her for her ambition, but little did they know that during recess Mia was an entirely different girl. By the time middle school was over, Mia was known for being smart but troublesome, getting detention for being involved in fights or causing danger by climbing on the roof. It was also around middle school school that Mia's mother began dating a wealthy British businessman. Up until this point it had been Mia and her mother, and her mother's constant new boyfriends that didn't usually stick for long. Mia expected this relationship to end soon as well, and was surprised and angered when it turned out this wasn't the case. Now Mia's mother was once again focused on something that wasn't her child. Frustrated and hurt, Mia distanced herself further while also trying to find dirt on the boyfriend. By the time Mia finished middle school her mother was still dating the British guy. It was then that they revealed Mia and her mother would be moving to London to live closer to him. This made Mia furious, and soon followed a fight where Mia exposed the boyfriend for having an affair with her mother while being married to another woman back in England. However, it was Mia who ended up being surprised when her mother revelaed that she knew of the wife and didn't care. In the end it didn't matter and they ended up moving; meanwhile her mother's boyfriend still wouldn't divorce his wife, forcing Mia and her mother to live in their own flat across the town. Defeated and more bitter than ever, Mia found a way to make the best of the shitty situation. She basically blackmailed her mother's boyfriend into paying for her education, else the affair be revealed. With her high ambition and flying grades it wasn't unheard of to aim for Alexandrina Perpatory School. And with her step-whatever's money? It would definitely become the reality. |
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After dropping off her gifts to the snack and drink tables, Mia hovered around for a bit, not quite knowing what to do. People were chatting and laughing, having fun and partying. Everyone obviously knew each other, whereas Mia could only make out vaguely familiar faces. It wasn't exactly uncommon for Mia to feel out of place in a crowd, but it rarely bothered her to this extent. Bold as she was, it was kind of unusual for the girl to still be standing alone. Mia told herself it was just because all the passing conversations were too bland to note.
In the end, Mia settled on getting a mugful of punch - the alcohol percentage remained unknown to her - and leaving the comfort of the drink tables to socialize. The brunette took a generous sip of her drink, delightfully surprised to find out it was actually rather good. Whoever had mixed the punch had done their job well, Mia thought. She didn't like things that were overly sweet, and this drink had a nice balance to it.
Looking around, there was plenty to do. If she so wished, Mia could go and have fun playing beer pong. That would be an easy way to get familiar with people. Alcohol and games usually brought everyone closer faster than they would with everyone sober. Mia didn't particularly feel like getting hammered tonight, though. She was in a place she didn't know with no friends or a car, so getting too lost in the party mood could end badly. It wasn't as if she was much of a drinker anyway, more just one of those people who enjoyed getting a light buzz going. She'd done her fair share of reckless drinking when she was 15.
Mia decided to look for a place to sit. She began walking around, navigating her way through groups of teenagers that were in varying states of intoxication. After a few minutes of searching (most of the seat-like places were occupied already) Mia noticed a few logs that were free. Well, almost free. As she neared the logs, Mia noticed there was a person lying on one of them. He had a joint that was slowly burning away, and he seemed way too focused on the sky above them to acknowledge Mia's.
"Is this log taken?" the brunette asked, partly just to break the ice and to make her presence known. Rounding the free log and sitting on it, Mia didn't wait for the boy's answer.
"It's funny, I always thought teenagers only had parties like this in American movies," she chuckled while glancing in the party's general direction. Mia felt just a tad self-conscious of her stiff accent that set her clearly apart from the others. Talking after listening to others talk just made the difference that much starker, at least to her own ear. "It's cool, though. I like feeling like I'm in a movie."
Mia glanced at the person lying on the log next to hers. He was staring at the sky, steadily ignoring Mia's presence. Or at least Mia interpreted it that way.
Okay...
There was a brief silence where Mia just took a sip of her drink. Sure, she was a little weirded out by the flat out rude reception (or should she say, lack of reception), but maybe this boy wished to be left alone.
...Now wait a minute.
It was on her second glance that Mia noticed that something wasn't right. The boy was staring at the sky just a bit too intently, his body was just a bit too tense, and his breaths - while visible - seemed just a bit too short. Mia hadn't noticed before because she hadn't really taken a good look at him, but now it was clear that there was something wrong with him.
Oh shit, maybe he wanted to be left alone if this is like a private moment or something... Should I just go? Maybe I should just go. Yeah, I'm gonna...
"Is everything okay? You don't look okay," Mia asked instead. She scooted closer to the other end of the log, holding a concerned expression. Maybe this was some sort of... anxiety attack or something? Mia had never experienced one herself, at least while sober (Too much alcohol always did some weird things to her mind), so she couldn't be sure. The girl was torn between leaving the blonde guy in peace and trying to help him, as she didn't know which action was more wanted in that moment. Her instincts told her to stay and at least check on him, though. If the guy were to tell her to fuck off though... she would. No problem.
In the end, Mia settled on getting a mugful of punch - the alcohol percentage remained unknown to her - and leaving the comfort of the drink tables to socialize. The brunette took a generous sip of her drink, delightfully surprised to find out it was actually rather good. Whoever had mixed the punch had done their job well, Mia thought. She didn't like things that were overly sweet, and this drink had a nice balance to it.
Looking around, there was plenty to do. If she so wished, Mia could go and have fun playing beer pong. That would be an easy way to get familiar with people. Alcohol and games usually brought everyone closer faster than they would with everyone sober. Mia didn't particularly feel like getting hammered tonight, though. She was in a place she didn't know with no friends or a car, so getting too lost in the party mood could end badly. It wasn't as if she was much of a drinker anyway, more just one of those people who enjoyed getting a light buzz going. She'd done her fair share of reckless drinking when she was 15.
Mia decided to look for a place to sit. She began walking around, navigating her way through groups of teenagers that were in varying states of intoxication. After a few minutes of searching (most of the seat-like places were occupied already) Mia noticed a few logs that were free. Well, almost free. As she neared the logs, Mia noticed there was a person lying on one of them. He had a joint that was slowly burning away, and he seemed way too focused on the sky above them to acknowledge Mia's.
"Is this log taken?" the brunette asked, partly just to break the ice and to make her presence known. Rounding the free log and sitting on it, Mia didn't wait for the boy's answer.
"It's funny, I always thought teenagers only had parties like this in American movies," she chuckled while glancing in the party's general direction. Mia felt just a tad self-conscious of her stiff accent that set her clearly apart from the others. Talking after listening to others talk just made the difference that much starker, at least to her own ear. "It's cool, though. I like feeling like I'm in a movie."
Mia glanced at the person lying on the log next to hers. He was staring at the sky, steadily ignoring Mia's presence. Or at least Mia interpreted it that way.
Okay...
There was a brief silence where Mia just took a sip of her drink. Sure, she was a little weirded out by the flat out rude reception (or should she say, lack of reception), but maybe this boy wished to be left alone.
...Now wait a minute.
It was on her second glance that Mia noticed that something wasn't right. The boy was staring at the sky just a bit too intently, his body was just a bit too tense, and his breaths - while visible - seemed just a bit too short. Mia hadn't noticed before because she hadn't really taken a good look at him, but now it was clear that there was something wrong with him.
Oh shit, maybe he wanted to be left alone if this is like a private moment or something... Should I just go? Maybe I should just go. Yeah, I'm gonna...
"Is everything okay? You don't look okay," Mia asked instead. She scooted closer to the other end of the log, holding a concerned expression. Maybe this was some sort of... anxiety attack or something? Mia had never experienced one herself, at least while sober (Too much alcohol always did some weird things to her mind), so she couldn't be sure. The girl was torn between leaving the blonde guy in peace and trying to help him, as she didn't know which action was more wanted in that moment. Her instincts told her to stay and at least check on him, though. If the guy were to tell her to fuck off though... she would. No problem.
"I don't know... I can't even remember who invited me, it could've been just out of politeness."
The end of the first school week had come quicker than Mia had expected. It had felt like a blur, between getting used to the new country and her host family, school had taken a backseat in priority. Fortunately the school had cut some slack on the foreign girl, giving her time to adjust to everything. Mia had gotten the idea that Rosewell High wasn't experienced in having exchange students, given how the faculty didn't know where she was supposed to be half the time. Hell, it had taken four days for the school to hand Mia her schedule with all her classes because the they'd forgotten to do the paperwork.
It wasn't surprising given how crowded the school was. She hadn't exactly picked the most high-end school for her exchange year. It hadn't mattered to her back when she was making the decision. All she'd wanted was to get away from her life where she'd felt like suffocating.
"Mia, it's your first week here. You've got to throw yourself out there, make some friends! This year will be what you make of it, so you should make it the best year you can!" exclaimed Janet Walker, the hostess of Mia's host family.
They were sitting at the dinner table eating, all four of them. Mia had learned that family meals were important to the Walker family. They dined together every afternoon once Janet's husband Timothy got off from work. It was a strange routine to get used to on top of everything else. The Walker family was nice enough. Really nice, actually. Back home, Mia had mostly eaten microwaved leftovers on the couch while her mother was off somewhere working or hanging out with her boyfriend. (Boyfriend didn't feel like an appropriate term for a fifty-something-year-old cheating manchild, Mia thought.)
But this, this was something new. At first Mia had felt like she was intruding, offering to eat somewhere else while the Walkers caught up with their son. That notion had been shut down quickly by Janet, however, who insisted Mia should feel at home. Meeting the older woman's eyes and seeing the sincerity in them, Mia hadn't had the strength to believe otherwise.
"Yes, Mia. You have our full support on this. We can even come pick you up if you hate it, it's no problem at all," Timothy agreed. Mia furrowed her brows, pushing the food around her plate.
"Oh. Thank you. Uh I'll... I guess I'm gonna go then. Get the full American experience and all that," Mia nodded. She didn't yet feel familiar enough with the Walkers to disclose the fact that she didn't want to be picked up or babied. She could take care of herself. But it was very sweet of Mr. Walker to offer. He and Mrs. Walker seemed to be very chill parents, always insisting Mia call them by their first names instead.
"Do you know anyone at the party?" Janet inquired as she bit into the macaroni casserole she'd cooked for dinner.
"There is this one girl I remember, Tyra, I think? She was assigned to give me a tour of sorts on my first day. I think she was forced to do it, but she was nice about it. Maybe she's at the party too."
Mia had talked to many students on her classes already, but she hadn't exactly gotten past the usual exchange student questions. 'I heard that you're like, from Estonia? Where's that? I've never heard of it' or 'Omg, teach me how to curse in your language' or 'Estonia? But you don't look African...'
To the latter Mia had of course answered to with a 'No, Estonia and Ethiopia were two completely different countries on separate continents.' Go figure. It wasn't that she didn't get along with the students of Rosewell High, she just didn't belong anywhere yet, not really.
But maybe going to the much talked lake party would change that.
Mia had ended up getting a lift from Timothy. Since here you could get your driver's licence earlier than in Estonia, Mia couldn't legally drive herself. I mean... she knew how to drive, from the countless summers she'd spent on the countryside with her grandparents, but her host family didn't trust her to drive their car. Which was entirely fair. Besides, if she got caught without a licence... Yeah, Mia had to suck it up and accept the help.
Mia looked around, adjusting the black top under her faded red Hawaiian style T-shirt. A few loose strands fell to frame Mia's face from her high ponytail. The ripped jean shorts she wore weren't what she'd wear on a normal day and neither was the shirt, but she'd figured that showing up to a lake party in long jeans wasn't exactly the smartest choice. Still, this outfit made Mia's knee brace stand out more, so it felt a bit weird. Exposed, almost. Her knee had been acting out again, as it almost always did, being the weak little shit it was. It was mostly her own fault for doing reckless stuff, but if anything, knowing it was her fault only made it sting worse.
There were people here, most of whom Mia could recognise as students. She didn't know names, but the faces were familiar. Especially the more popular kids were hard to miss. There was a bonfire going, and just glancing at the snack and drink tables made Mia feel a bit embarrassed of her own contributions. She'd brought along a few bottles of traditional Estonian liqueur she'd brought from home, as well as some chips she'd been practically thrusted upon by Janet. It seemed very insignificant compared to the impressive drink collection the party offered.
Steeling herself, Mia walked over to the snack and drink tables to drop off her contributions. I mean, if anyone else doesn't care for them, at least the host of the party will have something nice for their troubles, right?
The end of the first school week had come quicker than Mia had expected. It had felt like a blur, between getting used to the new country and her host family, school had taken a backseat in priority. Fortunately the school had cut some slack on the foreign girl, giving her time to adjust to everything. Mia had gotten the idea that Rosewell High wasn't experienced in having exchange students, given how the faculty didn't know where she was supposed to be half the time. Hell, it had taken four days for the school to hand Mia her schedule with all her classes because the they'd forgotten to do the paperwork.
It wasn't surprising given how crowded the school was. She hadn't exactly picked the most high-end school for her exchange year. It hadn't mattered to her back when she was making the decision. All she'd wanted was to get away from her life where she'd felt like suffocating.
"Mia, it's your first week here. You've got to throw yourself out there, make some friends! This year will be what you make of it, so you should make it the best year you can!" exclaimed Janet Walker, the hostess of Mia's host family.
They were sitting at the dinner table eating, all four of them. Mia had learned that family meals were important to the Walker family. They dined together every afternoon once Janet's husband Timothy got off from work. It was a strange routine to get used to on top of everything else. The Walker family was nice enough. Really nice, actually. Back home, Mia had mostly eaten microwaved leftovers on the couch while her mother was off somewhere working or hanging out with her boyfriend. (Boyfriend didn't feel like an appropriate term for a fifty-something-year-old cheating manchild, Mia thought.)
But this, this was something new. At first Mia had felt like she was intruding, offering to eat somewhere else while the Walkers caught up with their son. That notion had been shut down quickly by Janet, however, who insisted Mia should feel at home. Meeting the older woman's eyes and seeing the sincerity in them, Mia hadn't had the strength to believe otherwise.
"Yes, Mia. You have our full support on this. We can even come pick you up if you hate it, it's no problem at all," Timothy agreed. Mia furrowed her brows, pushing the food around her plate.
"Oh. Thank you. Uh I'll... I guess I'm gonna go then. Get the full American experience and all that," Mia nodded. She didn't yet feel familiar enough with the Walkers to disclose the fact that she didn't want to be picked up or babied. She could take care of herself. But it was very sweet of Mr. Walker to offer. He and Mrs. Walker seemed to be very chill parents, always insisting Mia call them by their first names instead.
"Do you know anyone at the party?" Janet inquired as she bit into the macaroni casserole she'd cooked for dinner.
"There is this one girl I remember, Tyra, I think? She was assigned to give me a tour of sorts on my first day. I think she was forced to do it, but she was nice about it. Maybe she's at the party too."
Mia had talked to many students on her classes already, but she hadn't exactly gotten past the usual exchange student questions. 'I heard that you're like, from Estonia? Where's that? I've never heard of it' or 'Omg, teach me how to curse in your language' or 'Estonia? But you don't look African...'
To the latter Mia had of course answered to with a 'No, Estonia and Ethiopia were two completely different countries on separate continents.' Go figure. It wasn't that she didn't get along with the students of Rosewell High, she just didn't belong anywhere yet, not really.
But maybe going to the much talked lake party would change that.
Outfit
Location: At the lake party
Location: At the lake party
Mia had ended up getting a lift from Timothy. Since here you could get your driver's licence earlier than in Estonia, Mia couldn't legally drive herself. I mean... she knew how to drive, from the countless summers she'd spent on the countryside with her grandparents, but her host family didn't trust her to drive their car. Which was entirely fair. Besides, if she got caught without a licence... Yeah, Mia had to suck it up and accept the help.
Mia looked around, adjusting the black top under her faded red Hawaiian style T-shirt. A few loose strands fell to frame Mia's face from her high ponytail. The ripped jean shorts she wore weren't what she'd wear on a normal day and neither was the shirt, but she'd figured that showing up to a lake party in long jeans wasn't exactly the smartest choice. Still, this outfit made Mia's knee brace stand out more, so it felt a bit weird. Exposed, almost. Her knee had been acting out again, as it almost always did, being the weak little shit it was. It was mostly her own fault for doing reckless stuff, but if anything, knowing it was her fault only made it sting worse.
There were people here, most of whom Mia could recognise as students. She didn't know names, but the faces were familiar. Especially the more popular kids were hard to miss. There was a bonfire going, and just glancing at the snack and drink tables made Mia feel a bit embarrassed of her own contributions. She'd brought along a few bottles of traditional Estonian liqueur she'd brought from home, as well as some chips she'd been practically thrusted upon by Janet. It seemed very insignificant compared to the impressive drink collection the party offered.
Steeling herself, Mia walked over to the snack and drink tables to drop off her contributions. I mean, if anyone else doesn't care for them, at least the host of the party will have something nice for their troubles, right?
I want to discuss relations with the other characters, maybe get a few characters she knows by name already, or a person who was initially assigned to show her around the school, etc. etc.
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