Swarley

Summer Storm

Name: Mélanie Bouchard
Age: 19
Sex: AFAB
Gender: Female
Height: 5’5
Major: Philosophy
Occupation: Stocks Groceries
Hobby: Amatuer singer-songwriter (of the folk variety), record collector, book reader, poetry writer
Personal Theme-Music: Erik Satie - Gymnopédie No.1
Speech: “I went to France once, and it was cool and all that, but no one could really... understand the Québécois accent, so I just decided that Montréal was the better place for me to speak my language.”
Action: The café’s quiet today She thought to herself as she admired the stillness of her surroundings. Her gaze changed to focus on the street outside the window. The sun shone brightly as she took a sip from the slowly cooling coffee in front of her. It was then when she noticed a familiar woman crossing the street. A smile grew on Mélanie’s face as she gave a subtle wave in the woman’s direction.
Description of Voice: A bit lower for a woman, Mélanie’s voice still holds remnants of her native language, leading her to have a slight French accent. Although her vocabulary is pretty comprehensive, she can still get held up on some of the longer words, leaving her to pause and think about what to say next.
Physical Appearance: Mélanie is a skinny woman with long and wavy dirty blonde hair, usually done up in a messy bun. Her eyes a radiant green, displayed behind a pair of browline glasses. Her earlobes are pierced, with her right ear sporting a cartilage piercing. Her usual dress is a pair of tight jeans with holes in the knees, and some kind of flannel over a t-shirt or tank top, though there are times when she dresses up it is only really for special occasions.

Slice-Of-Life, Young-Adult Age, Lake-Side Cabin Summer Vacation (Interest Check)!

Yeah, I love character driven Slice-Of-Life stories so I'm definitely in.

Academia Abyssus: Adventures in a Modernized Hell

"Huh? Sorry, I didn't catch that."

Name: Caitlin McConnell
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: Five feet, four inches tall, 114 pounds. Usually seen wearing dishevelled and somewhat tattered clothing including but not limited to ratty sweaters, ripped jeans and her signature red Chuck Taylors with just enough wear to make someone consider getting a new pair, but not enough to force a new pair. She’s also almost always seen with headphones either on her ears or around her neck
Personality: Caitlin is a very happy go lucky and carefree person. The kind of person who doesn't have a lot of friends (though she’s very close to the ones she does have) but whenever her parents are around will always invite everyone over to “chill”. Her carefree attitude though leads to a lot of times where she just didn’t show up at school for weeks on end because she’d rather be at home listening to records or watching Netflix.
Biography: Born in Belfast, the only child to a wealthy lawyer and his doctor wife, Caitlin was always seen as a disappointment. Failing every class simply because she wouldn't show up, Caitlin was always more interested in just having a good time and living her life in whatever way she decided to. To Caitlin, life really wasn't worth living if you can’t do what you want to do. In the last few weeks of her life she finally dropped out of high school, but between a small time girl band with her friends and a nice older boyfriend, things were going well for Caitlin.
Death Scenario: After a party, Caitlin was walking back to her house with a couple of friends. Tragedy struck when she crossed the road without looking both ways and was hit by a Toyota Corolla, dying instantly.
Phobias: People with Nietzschean Ethics, dark corridors, clowns
Skills: A large amount of seemingly useless information gathered from the internet, proficient guitar playing, not really a lot that’ll help in fighting though.
Power: Blissful Ignorance
Theme Song: Kendrick Lamar - Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe

Academia Abyssus Int Chek

"Huh? Sorry, I didn't catch that."

Name: Caitlin McConnell
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: Five feet, four inches tall, 114 pounds. Usually seen wearing dishevelled and somewhat tattered clothing including but not limited to ratty sweaters, ripped jeans and her signature red Chuck Taylors with just enough wear to make someone consider getting a new pair, but not enough to force a new pair. She’s also almost always seen with headphones either on her ears or around her neck
Personality: Caitlin is a very happy go lucky and carefree person. The kind of person who doesn't have a lot of friends (though she’s very close to the ones she does have) but whenever her parents are around will always invite everyone over to “chill”. Her carefree attitude though leads to a lot of times where she just didn’t show up at school for weeks on end because she’d rather be at home listening to records or watching Netflix.
Biography: Born in Belfast, the only child to a wealthy lawyer and his doctor wife, Caitlin was always seen as a disappointment. Failing every class simply because she wouldn't show up, Caitlin was always more interested in just having a good time and living her life in whatever way she decided to. To Caitlin, life really wasn't worth living if you can’t do what you want to do. In the last few weeks of her life she finally dropped out of high school, but between a small time girl band with her friends and a nice older boyfriend, things were going well for Caitlin.
Death Scenario: After a party, Caitlin was walking back to her house with a couple of friends. Tragedy struck when she crossed the road without looking both ways and was hit by a Toyota Corolla, dying instantly.
Phobias: People with Nietzschean Ethics, dark corridors, clowns
Skills: A large amount of seemingly useless information gathered from the internet, proficient guitar playing, not really a lot that’ll help in fighting though.
Power: TBA
Theme Song: Kendrick Lamar - Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe

Academia Abyssus Int Chek

This seems interesting, I think I could probably keep up with posting and if I ever can't I'd let people know beforehand.

La Vie Boheme (Slice-of-Life/Open World)

Accepted!

La Vie Boheme (Slice-of-Life/Open World)

MST3K 4ever said
Is this closed or are you all still accepting?

Still accepting, I don't really think this will close unless it gets too unwieldy.

La Vie Boheme (Slice-of-Life/Open World)

IC is finally up and all characters who have been posted thus far are accepted.

La Vie Boheme (Slice-of-Life/Open World)

Late February, 1995. Richard Linklater's Before Sunrise was released last month to critical acclaim. O.J Simpson is currently on trial. Richey Edwards has been missing for almost a month now, but many still hold out hope he'll be found. It's two months until the one year anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death. It's cold in New York City.

Jennifer sleeps on a pile of clothes that may hold a bed underneath it all. She hears music coming from the other room. “Merde...” She says groggily as she wakes up. Looking around the room she can see how bad the state of her it really is. Clothes lying all over the floor, various tapes thrown around without much regard as to where they would land or if they would break on landing, cables leading from a synth to who really knows where, a guitar lying on the floor while plugged into an amplifier on the other side of the room. Her walls are adorned with pictures of Kathleen Hanna, Kim Gordon, Corin Tucker, Alison Wolfe, and one stray picture of Richard D. James with a small heart drawn in the corner. Jennifer gets out of bed and picks up a black sweater and jeans off the floor and puts them on before she walks out into the main living space.

Zach stands in the kitchenette, making himself a cup of coffee. “Good morning sleepy head, I made you a cup already.” He says as he gestures towards a steaming mug sitting on the counter.

“It's so early, why do you have to play your shitty brit-pop so loud.” Jen says with a bit of contempt in her voice, obviously not really enjoying the sounds of Damon Albarn's voice.

“You've got an opening shift at Vivre sa Vie in twenty minutes, it's not too early for me to be playing Blur.” Zach says with a grin before taking a sip of coffee. It's awful, but it's all they can afford on minimum wage retail jobs. Zach also had an opening shift at 33 and 1/3 that he had to get to in the next ten minutes, but he didn't really think anyone would mind if he was a minute or two late.

Jennifer groaned, knowing her day was probably not going to get much better than this moment. She turned to Zach to ask him about something he had mentioned a day or two ago. “What was the movie you were looking for again?”

“Chungking Express.” Zach said with a smile. “Tell your boss if he gets it in I will stop laughing at how pretentious he was to name his video store after a Godard film.”

“I'm sure he'll do it just for you then.” Jennifer said sarcastically as she downed the rest of her coffee. She places the cup in the sink and walks towards the door of the apartment.

Zach is over taking the needle off the record that was playing through their home and places the cup on the coffee table in front of their very small television. He grabs his coat and heads for the door with Jennifer.

The two walk out of the apartment and down the stairs of the building. “... I'm just saying, if you're going to make a video store that pops out to any random passerby you need to give it a name that pops.” Zach says, obviously passionate about the subject.

“And your suggestion for that is?” Jennifer asks.

“I dunno, like Jumbo Video or some shit like that. Or even Un Film Comme les Autres if he really wanted to name it after a Godard film.”

“I don't know why you think this is helping at all, I just work at the store.”

“Whatever, I just wanted you to know why it's an awful name.”

“You explain it every time someone says the name.” Jennifer says as the two exit onto the snow covered sidewalk of the East Village. She sighs, her breath visible in the cold air. “See you after work.” She says as she turns to the right and walks away.

“I'll try to find us something to do tonight.” Zach calls back to her as he turns and walks in the other direction towards the record store, already running late.

As he reaches the store, Zach roots around in his pocket to get the keys and he unlocks the door. He walks inside the relatively small record store. Though what it lacks in size it makes up for in variety. The store is filled with just about every genre you could imagine, from IDM, to Jazz, to Metal, to Punk, and everything in between, there's something for everyone at 33 and 1/3. The store has two floors, the first for commerce while the second is more empty, and has been used for concerts in the past. Zach could, and probably would, tell you of the parties he'd thrown up there when the store was closed and the boss was nowhere to be found.

Zach makes his way to the counter and looks underneath, at all the boxes that the employees keep the records they'll be using to soundtrack the day. He decides to take out something a little more understated. Zach puts Selected Ambient Works 85-92 on the record platter and puts the needle on the wax. The crackle is heard throughout the speakers in the store and the music starts to fill the air.

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Jennifer stand in front of Vivre sa Vie and unlocks the door, though she was a bit early it's not like she really had anything else to do. Vivre sa Vie was much bigger than 33 and 1/3 in terms of consumer space. There was shelves upon shelves littered with contemporary and classical, mainstream and art films. There was a section for rentals on one side and purchase on the other.

Jennifer found herself looking through the rental videos for a film she'd watch while she pretended to pay attention to the customers asking her about the latest terrible Kevin Costner movie or whatever. She picked up the box for Alex Cox's 1984 punk film classic Repo Man. It's a film she's already seen tons of times but one more couldn't hurt. She walked over to the counter and put it in in the VHS player, which was connected to the multitude of televisions around the store. Then she sat in the seat behind the desk and propped up her feet on it, not entirely caring whether the customers would see her or not.

La Vie Boheme (Slice-of-Life/Open World)

Hopefully this weekend