Sincerely

Children of the Zodiac (Open)

Scorpio sounds like it would be fun. Can I claim that spot?

I'm Innocent, I Swear! {Sincerely x tex}

I kind of used your police captain. I hope that's ok.

I'm Innocent, I Swear! {Sincerely x tex}

Samantha Riley kept her head down as she continued down the street. Something in her gut didn't feel right. Usually after a job, she was riding a high and had to fight to keep the smile off of her face. But this time she felt herself looking over her shoulder at every possible second. Maybe it was because the walk to the subway was longer than at her other jobs. Maybe it was because she saw that random guy hiding in the hallway. Maybe she was just becoming a paranoid person. Whatever the case was she felt like she had swallowed a brick.

As she climbed down the stairs, she nervously adjusted the strap on the duffel bag. Suddenly it felt like it weighed a ton. Her green eyes noticed someone lingering at the bottom of the stairs. Why wait at the bottom of the stairs? Not quite in the subway and a split second from being run over by someone in a rush? It seemed as though Sam's instincts were right. There was some sort of sting waiting for her and she had no option other than to walk right into it. The question was whether or not she could walk out.

She forced herself to start taking deep and ragged breaths. Her eyes started to water, and she slowed her steps. She began to look over her shoulder in an exaggerated fashion. "Oh my god, oh my god." She whispered under her breath. She walked past the man lingering on the corner and headed to the transit employee sitting in the booth. By now, tears were streaming down her face, her makeup was ruined, and her throat was constricted from the panic she self-inflicted. "Ma'am is there an officer down here? Please, it's an emergency." She hiccuped.

A man in a red blazer, the some one who was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, approached her. Just with the way he walked, she could tell he was a cop. He didn't admit to it, but he acted concerned on her behalf. Sam clung to him in desperation and ripped the duffel bag off of her shoulder. "There was a guy in the bank! He was robbing them! I thought I hid well enough, but as he was leaving he shoved a gun in my face and gave me the bag. Told me to go straight to the subway with it or he would kill me. I wouldn't have done it, but he grabbed my wallet. I was worried that he would come find me where I live." She started to sob hysterically.

That's what snapped the officer into his normal role as captain. In a few moments she was surrounded by a group of civilians, or rather cops dressed as civilians, and all of her hard earned cash was taken away. One of the officers walked her over to the side to interview her. She stuck to her story. Some big scary man with a ski mask and a gun gave her the bag, then ran off in the other direction. She was terrified for her life and had no choice but to obey his demands. It was all so very, very scary. When the officer asked for contact information she gave a fake name and number.

She wiped the tears from her face, further smearing her makeup. "Can I please go? I really just want to be somewhere safe right now." All of the officers were really sweet and ushered her onto the subway. As the train finally took off, she glared at her bag of money being searched. What the fuck had just happened? That money could have kept her comfortable for a year, but now it was all police evidence.

Samantha had a lot to think about. If the cops were waiting for her, she obviously had left too many clues at her previous hits. It might be time to lay low or get out of town. She tucked her hair behind her ear. Or she just had to come up with a better plan.

The Entertainers (Retro SoL; Always Accepting)

Bea Harmon

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Name: Beatrice Harmon
Nicknames: Bea
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bicurious
Relationship Status: TBD
Occupation: Waitress, Aspiring Actress

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Positive Traits: Determined, Independent, Adventurous
Negative Traits: Sarcastic, Conceited, Impulsive

Dreams: Bea wants to be unforgettable. Fame and fortune are nice too, but when she's gone she wants to leave a legacy behind.
Dilemma Bea struggles to stand out in a sea of similar faces. It doesn't help that she's reckless with her money buying cigarettes and alcohol before making sure she has enough to cover her rent.

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Biography:
Beatrice Harmon was born August 9 in Arlington, Virginia. The third and final of the Harmon children, born to Tucker and Louise. Growing up Bea was fortunate enough to have everything she could have ever asked for. Well, anything material anyways. Her parents made more than enough for their three kids with Tucker working as a pilot and Louise, secretary to the president of a bank. But, both of those jobs demanded so much time that they weren't often home. Mostly raised by her oldest sister, things were fine as a kid. It was only once the eldest Harmon daughter moved out that things started to become rocky.

At 12 Bea decided that she had figured the world out. Her parents continued to work ridiculous hours, and at any event she would only ever see the middle sister, Natalie, there to support her. Even her oldest sister couldn't be bothered to check in once she had moved out of the house. She began to reason that if most of her family couldn't bother to show up for her the least they could do was get her whatever she wanted. Each Christmas and birthday came with increasingly ludicrous demands. By the time Bea was in high school, she would demand a new designer sweater just because it was a Thursday. But make no mistake, a garment bag would be sitting on her bed within 24 hours.

Once Natalie moved out, Bea started finding others to replace the family she desperately missed. Those strangers did not care for her the way she cared for them. They would sneak her into a club and then leave her when they found something more interesting to do. It forced her to grow up fast. Everyone she came across only looked out for themselves, so she started to do the same. She stopped caring what trouble she got into and began drinking and smoking. She even tried drugs a couple times. No matter how much trouble she got into there was no one there to set her straight.

After high school she spent a year in Europe traveling. Honestly, the whole trip was kind of fuzzy but it had been a fun time. When she returned to Virginia her parents insisted that she attend college. The only solace she found there was theatre. One professor opened her eyes to the possibilities around acting, and Bea was hooked. Her natural talent only encouraged her further.

She still partied just like she used to in high school. One day when she slipped out the back door for a smoke, she found a dead body behind a dumpster. The cops later told her that the girl had OD'ed and had been there for a week. That was the deciding moment for Bea. She wasn't going to end up as some forgotten corpse rotting away somewhere. She wanted live a life where people would remember who she was. That same night she packed a bag and started hitchhiking across the country. Whenever she was low on cash she would pawn a piece of jewelry or sell a pair of designer shoes.

When she arrived in Oceanside a year ago, she felt right at home. There was always something going on and Bea was determined to make them all stop and stare...one day. She got a job working at a diner and found a tiny apartment. So far she had only booked jobs as background extras, but she knew that one day she would catch her big break.

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Extra Info: The Breakfast Club
FC and Claimed Color: Lisa Bonet & ff7f50

I'm Innocent, I Swear! {Sincerely x tex}

The duffel bag was filling up quickly. It was almost rhythmic. For every sob the bank teller let out, a muffled thump of money landing in her bag would sound. "Come on, faster!" She said, keeping her gun trained on the pair of employees. She knew she didn't have much time left. The people who were coming to the bank for regular usages had either dialed 911 or ran into the street screaming by now. It was a matter of minutes before cops descended on her. It was a good thing she had a distraction primed and ready to go.

When the bag seemed full enough that it wouldn't weigh her down, the robber demanded they zip it shut. "Now slide it across the floor back over to me." The blonde could hear sirens in the distance. Right on time. Bending down to sling the bag over her shoulder, she grinned behind her mask. "Pleasure doing business with you." With that, she shut the vault and spun the lock with the two employees still inside. She took off running around the corner and almost tripped over another person. What the fuck? Why was somebody waiting back here? She balanced herself again and kept running with only one more glance over her shoulder. Hopefully he wouldn't point the cops in her direction.

Slipping out the side door of the bank, she pulled out her phone and speed dialed a number. A few seconds later, there was a loud rumble on the opposite side of the building. The screams confirmed everything for her. The debit card she had used at the ATM was really a virus that changed the functions of the machine. Now, all the money stored there was rapidly ejecting out onto the street. People couldn't help themselves when free money was involved.

Samantha ditched her gun in the gutter, and dropped her mask back down around her neck. Pulling the hat off her head, she tucked the brim into her back pocket as she kept walking. Her shoulder length blonde hair came tumbling out. All she had left to do was get to the subway and she was home free.

The Entertainers (Retro SoL; Always Accepting)

Bea Harmon

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Name: Beatrice Harmon
Nicknames: Bea
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bicurious
Relationship Status: TBD
Occupation: Waitress, Aspiring Actress

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Positive Traits: Determined, Independent, Adventurous
Negative Traits: Sarcastic, Conceited, Impulsive

Dreams: Bea wants to be unforgettable. Fame and fortune are nice too, but when she's gone she wants to leave a legacy behind.
Dilemma Bea struggles to stand out in a sea of similar faces. It doesn't help that she's reckless with her money buying cigarettes and alcohol before making sure she has enough to cover her rent.

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Biography:
Beatrice Harmon was born August 9 in Arlington, Virginia. The third and final of the Harmon children, born to Tucker and Louise. Growing up Bea was fortunate enough to have everything she could have ever asked for. Well, anything material anyways. Her parents made more than enough for their three kids with Tucker working as a pilot and Louise, secretary to the president of a bank. But, both of those jobs demanded so much time that they weren't often home. Mostly raised by her oldest sister, things were fine as a kid. It was only once the eldest Harmon daughter moved out that things started to become rocky.

At 12 Bea decided that she had figured the world out. Her parents continued to work ridiculous hours, and at any event she would only ever see the middle sister, Natalie, there to support her. Even her oldest sister couldn't be bothered to check in once she had moved out of the house. She began to reason that if most of her family couldn't bother to show up for her the least they could do was get her whatever she wanted. Each Christmas and birthday came with increasingly ludicrous demands. By the time Bea was in high school, she would demand a new designer sweater just because it was a Thursday. But make no mistake, a garment bag would be sitting on her bed within 24 hours.

Once Natalie moved out, Bea started finding others to replace the family she desperately missed. Those strangers did not care for her the way she cared for them. They would sneak her into a club and then leave her when they found something more interesting to do. It forced her to grow up fast. Everyone she came across only looked out for themselves, so she started to do the same. She stopped caring what trouble she got into and began drinking and smoking. She even tried drugs a couple times. No matter how much trouble she got into there was no one there to set her straight.

After high school she spent a year in Europe traveling. Honestly, the whole trip was kind of fuzzy but it had been a fun time. When she returned to Virginia her parents insisted that she attend college. The only solace she found there was theatre. One professor opened her eyes to the possibilities around acting, and Bea was hooked. Her natural talent only encouraged her further.

She still partied just like she used to in high school. One day when she slipped out the back door for a smoke, she found a dead body behind a dumpster. The cops later told her that the girl had OD'ed and had been there for a week. That was the deciding moment for Bea. She wasn't going to end up as some forgotten corpse rotting away somewhere. She wanted live a life where people would remember who she was. That same night she packed a bag and started hitchhiking across the country. Whenever she was low on cash she would pawn a piece of jewelry or sell a pair of designer shoes.

When she arrived in Oceanside a year ago, she felt right at home. There was always something going on and Bea was determined to make them all stop and stare...one day. She got a job working at a diner and found a tiny apartment. So far she had only booked jobs as background extras, but she knew that one day she would catch her big break.

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Extra Info: The Breakfast Club
FC and Claimed Color: Lisa Bonet & ff7f50

Tabitha's Character Sanctuary

Bea Harmon

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Name: Beatrice Harmon
Nicknames: Bea
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bicurious
Relationship Status: TBD
Occupation: Waitress, Aspiring Actress

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Positive Traits: Determined, Independent, Adventurous
Negative Traits: Sarcastic, Conceited, Impulsive

Dreams: Bea wants to be unforgettable. Fame and fortune are nice too, but when she's gone she wants to leave a legacy behind.
Dilemma Bea struggles to stand out in a sea of similar faces. It doesn't help that she's reckless with her money buying cigarettes and alcohol before making sure she has enough to cover her rent.

---

Biography:
Beatrice Harmon was born August 9 in Arlington, Virginia. The third and final of the Harmon children, born to Tucker and Louise. Growing up Bea was fortunate enough to have everything she could have ever asked for. Well, anything material anyways. Her parents made more than enough for their three kids with Tucker working as a pilot and Louise, secretary to the president of a bank. But, both of those jobs demanded so much time that they weren't often home. Mostly raised by her oldest sister, things were fine as a kid. It was only once the eldest Harmon daughter moved out that things started to become rocky.

At 12 Bea decided that she had figured the world out. Her parents continued to work ridiculous hours, and at any event she would only ever see the middle sister, Natalie, there to support her. Even her oldest sister couldn't be bothered to check in once she had moved out of the house. She began to reason that if most of her family couldn't bother to show up for her the least they could do was get her whatever she wanted. Each Christmas and birthday came with increasingly ludicrous demands. By the time Bea was in high school, she would demand a new designer sweater just because it was a Thursday. But make no mistake, a garment bag would be sitting on her bed within 24 hours.

Once Natalie moved out, Bea started finding others to replace the family she desperately missed. Those strangers did not care for her the way she cared for them. They would sneak her into a club and then leave her when they found something more interesting to do. It forced her to grow up fast. Everyone she came across only looked out for themselves, so she started to do the same. She stopped caring what trouble she got into and began drinking and smoking. She even tried drugs a couple times. No matter how much trouble she got into there was no one there to set her straight.

After high school she spent a year in Europe traveling. Honestly, the whole trip was kind of fuzzy but it had been a fun time. When she returned to Virginia her parents insisted that she attend college. The only solace she found there was theatre. One professor opened her eyes to the possibilities around acting, and Bea was hooked. Her natural talent only encouraged her further.

She still partied just like she used to in high school. One day when she slipped out the back door for a smoke, she found a dead body behind a dumpster. The cops later told her that the girl had OD'ed and had been there for a week. That was the deciding moment for Bea. She wasn't going to end up as some forgotten corpse rotting away somewhere. She wanted live a life where people would remember who she was. That same night she packed a bag and started hitchhiking across the country. Whenever she was low on cash she would pawn a piece of jewelry or sell a pair of designer shoes.

When she arrived in Oceanside a year ago, she felt right at home. There was always something going on and Bea was determined to make them all stop and stare...one day. She got a job working at a diner and found a tiny apartment. So far she had only booked jobs as background extras, but she knew that one day she would catch her big break.

---

Extra Info: The Breakfast Club
FC and Claimed Color: Lisa Bonet & ff7f50

I'm Innocent, I Swear! {Sincerely x tex}

Today was just another typical day. It was as ordinary as they came. The street was quiet during the early afternoon, none of the business workers in the surrounding offices were on their lunch break yet. A few people were lined up in the bank to get money. There was an elderly woman up at the teller's desk. A young man holding onto a chubby toddler's hand was next in line. Off in the corner, a middle aged couple sat at a desk probably applying for a loan. Outside, there was a young woman using the ATM. All of her blonde hair was tucked under a baseball cap with the brim pulled low over her eyes. She shot a furtive glance over her shoulder, making sure that no one was behind her.

After entering her PIN number, the screen of the ATM started to glitch. "Oh, come on. Seriously?" She said. Whacking it a few times did absolutely nothing. She even tried kicking the machine, but the screen just went black. "Shit." She adjusted the duffel bag on her shoulder and marches inside to find someone to talk to. There was no way a machine was taking her money.

Walking in she screamed, "Everyone down on the ground now! No one make a move an no one gets hurt!" Screams filled the air as the blonde marched further into the bank. Most people dropped to the ground, or ran to cower in a corner. In the few seconds it had taken the young woman to enter the bank, she had pulled a black mask up over her nose, hiding the rest of her features, and taken the gun out of the waistband of her pants. "Don't hit that emergency button, or I'm killing everyone in here!" She warned, aiming the gun at the teller. Motioning for her to step out from behind the counter, the visibly shaking employee moved slowly with her hands up. The robber grabbed her hands and twisted them behind her back. She pressed the barrel of the gun against her head. "Call your manager over here and let's visit the vault."

The robber backed up slowly, keeping the woman held tight despite her shaking and whimpering. A man from behind the desk got up slowly. "Don't hurt her."

The masked woman pressed the gun harder against the woman's skull. "I won't have to hurt her if you hurry up!"

That convinced him to move faster. As they made their way to the back where the vault was, she watched as the manager punched in the necessary codes to have it opened. She released the teller and pushed her into the vault. She quickly took the bag off her shoulder and threw it into the vault with them. "Both of you, fill it up, now! And if you do anything funny, neither one of you will walk out of here alive." With tears streaming down their faces, they started filling the bag with cash while the robber kept her gun trained on them.

I'm Innocent, I Swear! {Sincerely x tex}

@tex First post is up.

The Entertainers (Retro SoL)

I’m interested!