Rodiak

King of the Hill: Boiled Mountain Dew Electric Boogaloo II

Luanne was in the backyard under the tree attempting to do one of them yogas. Her newly bought mat had all sorts of pretty pink and blue flowers. Peggy had loved it and ordered one right away, something that Hank didn't much agree on. But then again, Uncle Hank still wasn't over her being a fighter for the people and the revolution! When she heard a woman's voice, Luanne spotted her Crow pose and stood up to peek over the wooden gate.

Word association Game!

candy

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

A o k i R e y n a S a n d s t r ö m
A o k i R e y n a S a n d s t r ö m

_{L O C A T I O N: C O S Y B E A R C A F E
I N T E R A C T I O N S: @The Muse @ArticBeaver}

Aoki could feel lingering eyes on her as she had turned to look at her newly formed acquaintances. Probably from the two cops sitting at the table just a few feet away from them. Ignoring them, she tucked some of the blue behind her ear exposing the heavily pierced left ear. Her head tilted to the side just the slightest, an easy smile slipping over her features when the girl finally introduced herself.

"You're new here. Welcome to sleepy Sanctuary." Aoki reached back to the table for her phone when it pinged. "Aoki." She looked down at the screen, eyes darting across the screen for a second before looking back up at Lily. "My name I mean." She smiled again, easy like before, and put her phone down.

Alessio?

Aoki had heard that name before. During one of her trips with her mother to New York, she couldn't quite place it yet though. She had been younger then, a lot younger. Aoki didn't pay much attention to the meetings her mother had dragged her to. Too distracted with the DS her mother had gotten her to keep her quiet. The name though, rang familiar in her ears when she heard Lily say it. Probably related to some of her mother's business friends.

It didn't matter here.

"So, what brings you here? Passing by? A vacation maybe. The nature? The quietness of a small town?" Aoki looked at the other woman in front of her, tilting her head to the side again. "Your past?" She let the silence ride out for a second or two before that same easy smile rushed back to her feature. "I'm kidding, hun." She let out a small laugh, maybe a little too loud before picking up her cup and taking a small sip. "But it is nice to meet you, Lily. If you need a tour around let us know." She winked back at the red head.

Snowed "Inn" - A Wintery SoL RP [Full]

i am so sorry if there is anything wrong, i am so high rn

S o r c h a M e s a
S o r c h a M e s a

"Do you like scary movies?"
— Scream (1996)

Sorcha Mesa

_{N A M E :}

Sorcha Nora O'Sullivan Mesa

_{A G E :}

30 - December 21

_{B I R T H P L A C E :}

Ciudad de México, Mexico

_{E M P L O Y M E N T :}

Director / Producer / Writer

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y :}

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Sorcha is a passionate and dedicated woman that will pour everything into the current project she is working on. A perfectionist, a trait that runs in the family, Sorcha will work herself to the bone until everything and everyone is just as she imagined. It doesn't matter if Sorcha has to go through sleepless nights editing the screenplay, the script, or the visuals. Her fear of failure and obsession with her projects is what drives Sorcha, almost to the point of exhaustion.
While Sorcha could be pretty intense in her work, she does try to make room for relaxation. Outside of her work, the woman likes to go on adventures to places she's never been to. She enjoys new experiences and the change that it brings to her life. Sorcha isn't afraid to delve into the unknown and instead embraces it, using her experiences around her to fuel her creativity. She likes to call herself an observant woman, always reading into people to try to figure them out. With that said, Sorcha isn't afraid to voice her opinion and cares very little about what people might think of her. She usually has a witty or sarcastic remark to give when people give her shit, which she takes none of.
Sorcha loves to talk with random people on the streets and restaurants, often just enjoying small talk or those deep conversations that make you question the meaning of life- but never anything about herself. Really, Sorcha is chill with pretty much everyone she meets. Although she could be a bit of a flirt, especially when a beautiful person is in front of her.

_{B A C K S T O R Y :}

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Born in Mexico City to Mayra Mesa-O'Sullivan and Declan O'Sullivan, Sorcha grew up along with her three sisters. Her mother was a famous singer in Mexico, and her father was an Oscar-winning actor. Talent flowed in their veins, so it came as no surprise when her older sister began to express her interests in acting or singing. Their parents wasted no time; as soon as she could sit up, their parents had started to influence them with music, classical films, and many music lessons.
In school, Sorcha was that loud kid that ran around screaming at the top of her lungs. She was a little troublemaker since day one all the way to Juilliard. She'd often had witty remarks or sarcastic comments that didn't fly well with the teachers or professors. Sorcha was a smart and responsible student; she got all of her assignments done, showed up to time for every casting and rehearsal- but holy shit, could she be a little shit. She would always pull pranks on her professors, skip class to watch movies with the potheads, and spend a serious amount of hours playing video games.
Her love for film came from horror films first; during her first year at Juilliard, Sorcha wrote her first successful screenplay for her writing class. Very quickly, she became a fan of classic horror films that just kept growing and growing.
Her first real film was named Deep Into the Abyss, a horror film filled with soft monochromic colors and dark themes. That got her name out there; soon, there were more films, one after the other, all revolved around darker themes in life surrounded by so many beautiful scenery and dreamlike colors. That had become Sorcha's signature, something that she didn't mind much. That was until she began to lose interest in her own films. Everything just seemed... the same.
So, in typical Sorcha action, she decided to drop everything for a month, only telling her cat sitter, and left to embark on a trip. She didn't let anyone else know where she was going. Sorcha had one goal; to pull herself from the creative block and get back to her roots - horror. Unfortunately, she didn't have many miles and the fastest place she could go was Michigan.

_{M I S C H E L L A N E O S :}

FC:Mishel Prada // 6E6277

• Sorcha is bisexual, with a preference towards women.
• Her movie, Twin Flames, was nominated for best picture.
• She has two cats, Bonbon and Panchito.
• She smokes pot, like a lot of pot. Eats it too.
• Big k-pop fan.
• Wants to make a fantasy movie next, not sure where to start.
• Sorcha knows how to speak English, Spanish, French, and some Gaelic.
• Used to be married to an actor named Davis Woodlock but divorced after a year of being married. And no, she will not talk about it.

Post a random fact about yourself.

when i say cowboy i don't mean the american cowboys, i guess it would be closer to a charro??? or mexican cowboys? wish i knew how to explain it better. the vibe is different though!

Post a random fact about yourself.

still can't believe i scored a hot cowboy

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

A o k i R e y n a S a n d s t r ö m
A o k i R e y n a S a n d s t r ö m

_{L O C A T I O N: C O S Y B E A R C A F E
I N T E R A C T I O N S: L I L Y A L E S S I E @The Muse@ArticBeaver}

Aoki arched an eyebrow but didn't say anything about the girl's sudden change in demeanor. Weird. Yet not unusual. Traveling around the world and then living in a city full of strange weirdos, Aoki had seen her fair share of odd behaviors. She was familiar with it, after all.

"I'm not drawing anyone, girly." Aoki winked up at the dark-haired girl above her. She then turned her attention to the other woman. "Although, you'd be a delight to draw." Aoki placed her sketchbook back on the table just as a cop walked in; she instantly wrinkled her nose towards his direction for a second before turning her attention back to the two other women. It was clear that she did not like him, or any authority figure at that, but effortlessly forced a smile towards the dark-haired woman.

"The cheesecake is good." Aoki confirmed, "But I think the cinnamon bagel twice toasted with cream cheese is just a bit better." She tapped her index finger on her chin as if deep in thought. "Or maybe they are both equally good. I guess it really depends on your tastes, girly."

S a n t i a g o C a l d e r o n D i a z
S a n t i a g o C a l d e r o n D i a z

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I N T E R A C T I O N S: N / A}

Cold. Santiago could feel a cold hand on his bare back, sending shivers down his spine to his toes and back up. As much as he tried, he couldn't open his eyes. His head hurt too much like someone was trying to force his skull open with a jackhammer. Still, his mind was slowly putting the puzzle pieces back together while he lay there.

The Fox Hole Tavern. Drinks, shots, a friendly stranger. Lying about his age, looking a lot older than 27. Probably in his mid-30s, trying to impress the small town local that Santiago was. Something about passing by, a trucker. Going back home to visit his wife and two daughters in Seattle. Santiago couldn't remember anything else, not even a name.

Ha, he could remember the wife and kids but not the stranger's name.

"You're awake. Got you some "

Santiago hummed, keeping his eyes closed as he sat up, hand on his hand as if to help with the pounding pain. Fuck, Mark and Susan were going to kill him. His phone was probably dead by now; he was in dire need of an upgrade. The battery life on that iPhone was shit now.

"Not really." Santiago groaned, finally opening his eyes to catch the stranger walking into the bathroom, fully clothed now. Santiago didn't even remember what the guy looked like naked. "Coffe would- fuuuuuuuu" He scrambled out of bed and to the pile of his clothes that lay by the door. He fumbled around for his phone, groaning when he didn't feel it in the pockets of his jeans.

"In the bathroom, it's charging. It kept vibrating, saw it was almost going to die." The stranger said, poking his head out of the bathroom to look at Santiago. "Nothing to worry about, didn't go through it."

Santiago nodded, slipping on his boxers and rushing past the stranger to his phone. Yup. He was going to be dead meat when he got home. Ten missing texts from Susan, 12 from Mark, and a total of 13 missed calls from them both.

"You didn't mention you lived with your parents."

"They're not my parents." Santiago glanced at the stranger, eyes darting over the well-groomed beard and gentle warm brown eyes. "I'll get out of your hair." He unplugged his phone, mumbling thanks before turning around to the room change back into his clothes from the night before.

After changing, Santiago hurried out of the room, closing the door just in time as the stranger called out his name. Without a clue, Santi climbed down the stairs from the rooms of the Fox Hole and down to the bar where it looked like business had started.

Great, and now Reya and Ruben would see him doing the walk of shame. Not that it was the first time.

_{((pretty high when i finished writing both of these sorry))}

Snowed "Inn" - A Wintery SoL RP

I'm in!

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

Sorry I haven't posted, some personal stuff is happing atm but I got a post for Santi almost finished up. Will write something for Aoki and hopefully post both of them together if that's okay!

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

A o k i R e y n a S a n d s t r ö m
A o k i R e y n a S a n d s t r ö m

_{L O C A T I O N: C O S Y B E A R C A F E
I N T E R A C T I O N S: L I L Y A L E S S I E @The Muse , B E T H R O W L A N D @ArticBeaver}

When Aoki worked on her art, she got tunnel vision on nothing but her work. When one of the waiters came to deliver her green tea matcha latte and bagel, she hadn't even noticed until the scent of the freshly made bagel graced her nose it finally broke her trance. By then, Aoki had finished detailing one of the pillars of the Gothic Catholic Church she was currently working on. One of her most loyal and long-term clients had requested a sleeve for him, unaware that she had moved states. When Aoki explained the situation, the man didn't care and said he would go to her once the sketch was approved. A bit surprised, Aoki agreed to this and began her work. That had been almost a month ago. The drawing in front of her was the final tattoo.

So when the bell chimed, and a loud girl walked into the cafe, Aoki was far gone into her work that she had paid her no mind. Even when the stranger sat behind her and peeked over her shoulder, it was her voice that startled Aoki, making her jump in her seat. Aoki turned her head and gave the stranger a look before she turned back and brought the sketchbook close to her face, eyes darting across the paper to see if any damage, smudges, or markings.

"Dude, watch it next time." Aoki gave the girl a once over before rolling her eyes and taking the sketchbook to show the friendly stranger. "You can look," Her tone was a bit playful now, the annoyance just a few seconds ago gone. "but not touch." For those who knew her, this was Aoki's limited way to be friendly.

"I'm a tattoo artist, so I guess an artist of sorts." Her voice was smooth, still with a playful tone. She looked at the girl, her eyes instead of focusing on the new figure behind her that seemed to be starting their way. She acknowledged the staring by tilting her head to the side just the slightest and flashing a half-smile before turning her eyes back to the stranger before her. "Please don't ask me to draw you." She said, a playful smile gracing her tinted lips.