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Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, it's your favorite time of year! Your rusting, dirty fair is back in time, for a short time only! So buy your tickets from the greasy man in the booth, and let's ride some thrilling, questionably safe rides! Lose your money in games designed to let no man win, or come visit our petting zoo! Eat your heart out at the food trucks, that is, if you don't have a heart-attack from all of the deep fried everything that we serve.

Carnivals are all fun and games. For the patrons. But for the "Carnies", it's long days and long nights, with little sleep and lots of work. Struggling to pass federal requirements for ride safety, food safety, age of employees, and general cleanliness. You can tell by the bags under their eyes, the dirt under their nails, and for some, a lack of teeth. For the patrons, it's smiles and bad jokes. But behind the scenes, things are grim, dirty, and mildly unpleasant. But no one wants to know that. It ruins the illusion and forces an actual story onto these people.



Name: Bonnie Highland

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Bonnie stands between 5'8" and 5'9". Dark brown hair that fades into a dirty blonde falls almost to her lower back, frame the bright green eyes, full lips, and slightly up-turned nose that make up her face. She has a thin frame, which she usually uses to her advantage, getting what she wants with tight shirts and a few bats of her eyelashes.
Bonnie

Personality: From spending so much time with her boys, she's often described as a little rough around the edges, occasionally abrasive. She'll spit in your face and call you stupid, and then try and help you fix the problem. Motherly tendencies are more predominant though, as she's always tidying up after her boys, calling them out on shitty behavior, and just caring for them. She gets loud easily, is always hungry, and wants nothing more than for her boyfriend to stop being a shit bag.

Relations: Bonnie's dating _____, but she's not happy with him, and she's starting to eye all of the other boys...

Bio: Bonnie grew up as a military brat, moving around the country any time her dad's job decided that they needed him somewhere else. She's used to not keeping friends, so she doesn't try hard to make any. When finally retired, leaving her in the city where she lives with the boys, she was ecstatic. Starting high school and starting fresh in a new city, she was ready to invent herself. Bonnie typically kept to herself, but people just seemed drawn to her, so she put up with them for the sheer fact that she could tell her parents that she had friends. It wasn't long before Bonnie fell into the "stoner" crowd. She kept it a grand secret though, still showing up at home with straight A's and no trouble. As long as she was home. Once she went out though, Bonnie wasn't her parents 'golden child'. She wanted to be anything but. So when she found her boyfriend and his brothers and friends, she couldn't have been happier. She raised as much trouble as she could without getting caught, and trying to make sure her boys did the same. And trouble was what she found. She had helped bring the downfall to several rival drug dealers, seducing them to help rob them, or help put several in the hospital. She liked to blame being not sober for those decisions. But they brought her closer to her boys. They would do anything for each other, because it seemed like it was them against the world.

Ext: Bonnie has a stud on the right side of her nose, and a few piercings on each of her ears. She has a tribal turtle tattoo on her right foot, and a scar diagonally across her next from being attacked by someone they were trying to rob. She keeps her hair down as much as possible because of it.
I'm currently at work, but once I get out I'll have somewhat of an app up.
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Bonnie doesn't have to do much. Except try keep four boys out of jail, and occasionally clean up the house.

At age 20, she lives almost worry-free, in a house with her boyfriend, his brother, and his two best friends. All of whom sell pot, and other drugs if there's a demand for them. And they're good at it. On almost any day, you could find a pound of it sitting in the back living room.

They all have jobs, at restaurants, tobacco shops, grocery stores, anything that will give them a cover. Except for Bonnie.

She lives in the house at no cost. In return, she keeps her ear to the ground, listening for any news that they might be hot, and they need to be more careful about selling. Other than that, she just plays Mommy. Most people would think that she was, always talking about "Her boys” and how much she loves them. All of the boys were good to her. If ever she had a problem with someone, they were all over it. They all paid the bills on time, and she wanted for nothing.

But as well as all of this started out, Bonnie's getting tired of it. She's getting tired of being in the house all day, tired of being told she can't have people over all the time because the boys didn't want to “draw attention” to the house. She's tired of realizing that the boys were turning into hypocrites. She's tired of asking her boyfriend for money, tired of lusting after all the boys in the house because of a boring relationship and a lousy sex life.

Never would she normally think about getting with the other boys. Bonnie was a loyal friend, and a ride or die girlfriend. But these weren't normal circumstances anymore. It wasn't hard to tell that her boys, and the people they brought to the house would all love to get a piece of Bonnie. She was tall, tan, and thin, long legs bringing her to a height of 5'8”. Bright green eyes that seemed to be the same color as the weed in the backroom, full lips that always seemed to be in a smile, all framed by dark brown hair that faded into a sun-bleached blonde.

So when she decides that she could fix the situation, she just has to wait for the right time. But how awkward was it going to be, trying to pimping yourself out to your boyfriends' friends, or anyone that would be willing to pay?
In Bloody Ties 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Probably just a very polite asshole. I don't have anything immediately planned, but I'm sure I'll come to something. Perhaps he'll show up now since his servant is in danger. Did you have something in particular planned for this event that I should go along with?
In Bloody Ties 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
I don't see why not
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In Bloody Ties 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Cateline watched the sight in horror. She shuffled back, her hand running along the wall. The sight of Damien's head caused her stomach to lurch. She closed her eyes and gagged. The sight of his shifting body, breaking and healing itself, was too much for her. She continued to move backwards down the hall, away from their fighting, and their disturbing contortions.
Your moves are too fluid for a mere assassin. So she was more than that? A servant, just as Damien was? That meant that there were people out in the world looking for her. People who wanted the Warwick's dead.
Feeling the change in wood, Cateline moved her hand down to grab a door knob. Turning it as quietly as she could, she slipped in room, closing the door behind her. If there was going to be a blood bath, she didn't want to be a part of it. She wasn't going to be anything but a burden in a fight.
In Bloody Ties 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Cateline stumbled back as Damien leaped towards the girl. She gasped, watching Damien fling the girl down the hall. Nemo didn't seem bothered by anything that had just happened. She took it like it was normal. Cateline felt her body ache for the girl. Something like that couldn't have been handled by a normal person. Certainly not Cateline.
"A mishap object?" Damien caught her attention.
But Nemo's movement caught Cateline's eyes. Cateline's hand moved to cover her own throat at the sight of all of the girls blood. The sight of Nemo's self-healing widened the lone Warwick's eyes. She clearly wasn't human now. But if she could heal herself like Damien.. She wouldn't go down easy.. Not if she was anything like her Damien. "Oh God.." She whispered. Feeling her heart struggle with it's speed, shaking fingers held to the fabric over her chest.
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