Panic

Trial by Hell-fire (Panic x Fisticuffs)

Haha no worries, I saw your status on needing time so I figured I'd give you a couple of days before bugging you.

The Sunday Group

@PennyThanks so much! I'm super excited for this to get really going!

The Sunday Group

“They’re doing it again.”

“Ignore it Frank,”

“But they’re playing that damn music again. I can feel it in my bones it’s so loud!”

“No you can’t. You don’t even have bones,” Fiona Grant chided her involuntary roommate before carefully going back to finish her lipstick.

“R.I.P., Rest in PEACE. How’s a guy supposed to get any peace with that loud racket going off every hour!” Frank was pacing now. Well, as much as you could pace as a ghost. It was more of an ethereal float back and forth across the room.

“Why don’t you just go rattle some chains or knock some shit over then,” Fiona offered sarcastically. Frank just grumbled incoherently at her and then at the loud kids downstairs. If he was this insufferable dead, Fiona could only imagine what he was like alive. Still, a girl could do worse for a roommate. He mostly just grumbled about kids these days or slept in his easy chair. Frank was more of a fixture, like a lamppost or a nice rug, than a roommate. Plus the social security checks that arrived every month, paying for the apartment, didn’t hurt either.

“...and they knew how to dress too!” Fiona just tuned into Frank’s morning rant at the last second.

“Hmm?”

“You’re clothes! You look like you’re going to a funeral again. Black this, black that. No, no women back in my day, they knew how to dress for a man,” Frank said, settling down into his large worn easy chair he refused to let Fiona throw out.

Fiona just rolled her eyes at his comments, grabbing her bag and keys. “Black is classic, it never dates. Plus it adds to the whole vibe don’t you think,” she said cheekily to a dismissive wave of Frank already falling asleep. “See you later you old crook,” she said already halfway out the door. As cranky as he was, Fiona liked having Frank around. He was the first real ghost she was able to talk to without them disappearing on her. And once he came, he never wanted to seem to leave. She still remembered the first time he popped up out of the wall ranting and raving at her for cashing his checks. Fiona didn’t know what was keeping him stuck in their apartment, but neither of them seemed concerned with figuring out how to get him to pass on.

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From the little bell above the door, to the mint green faux leather covering the booth and stool seats, “Rosie’s Place” was the epitome of a dive. But Fiona loved it, and the free coffee didn’t hurt either. The young woman slipped into her favorite booth, the one right across from the waitress station. “Hey Charlie, how was last night? You almost off?”

Her best friend Charlie, a leggy blonde who in her little uniform looked more like a model than a waitress, came over with two cups a pot of coffee.

“I’m gonna quit. I’m gonna march right back there and quit,” her friend started before she even sat down. “I mean I have rent coming up but I can be late again...right? Fuck, I can’t quit. I want to, but fuck…”

“You’re gonna be stuck here forever. You might as well change your name to Rosie now, save us all time,” Fiona said taking a long sip out of her cup. Her phone buzzed next to her, but she made no attempt to answer it.

“God, could you imagine. I should probably go get some blue eyeshadow too...maybe start doubling my smoking,” Charlie said, putting her head in her hands, letting out a huge puff of hair, sending her bangs fluttering up.

“Speaking of a smoke...can I bum one?” Fiona asked, already reaching out for one.

“You said you were going to quit last week,” the blonde said, still passing one over though from the front of her apron.

“I’ll quit when you quit Rosie’s,” Fiona countered. They both had promised to stop smoking years ago, but neither lasted more than a month. Fiona picked up her phone, taking one more sip of her coffee before heading outside for a drag. She absent mindedly flipped through her various social media, before opening up the email from Ellie. Shit, she was going to be late. With a wave through the window at her friend, Fiona set back to her apartment quickly to grab her go-bag. If she could time it just right, she should be able to hit the red line and would only be five minutes late. Okay ten.

The Sunday Group

I have a feeling Fiona and Morgan aren't going to get along, and she'd be more than happy to rat her out down the line haha

The Sunday Group

Oh goodness! You leave for one night and come back to three pages of OOC and a magical platypus! Hahahaha

Welcome to Wonderland (AiW RP)

If we're claiming character's can I go ahead and ask for the female alice?

The Sunday Group

Fiona Grant the Medium

Name: Fiona Grant

Age: 27

Appearance: Fiona has skin that is porcelain white, and that, like most of Fiona’s appearance, is by design. She often has on dark red lipstick and uses makeup to exaggerate her cheekbones for a harsher, more angular look. Her long hair is dyed black, sharp bangs sweeping across her forehead, resting just above her eyes. She only wears black, but keeps up with the latest fashion trends. If she had to pick a style icon, Wednesday Addams is the first that comes to mind. Fiona has curated her style with care and takes great pride in her appearance.

Visual Aid

Concept: It had started out as a joke, but quickly turned in a way to make a quick buck. Her friends used to joke that Fiona could talk anyone into anything. Pair that with her witchy aesthetic and you have yourself a bonafide fake medium. First it was just a party trick, something to whip out with over exaggerated hand movements and palm reading. Then, after realizing she could make money from it, Fiona started charging to tell people’s future. She claimed to talk to the beyond and tell the future. A few kitschy crystals here, and a dash of occult paraphernalia there set her stage. It all came down to watching people closely and feeding them information. They’d perk up when she’d mention something generic they mistook as more. Their head would twitch just a bit when she happened upon a detail. Micro Expressions, as she would later learn, could tell her everything she needed to know. People heard what they wanted to and the self-fulfilling prophecy would take effect. It didn’t take much work on Fiona’s part.

Fiona kept up her little con for most of college. There was nothing other-wordly going on, just a girl who knew how to read people extremely well. One of her clients, however, changed all that. A beautiful and mysterious woman came to her office one evening just as Fiona was closing up. Fiona tried to kick her out, having a party to make it to, but the woman had convinced her to do one more reading. What started out as a normal reading quickly turned on its head. When Fiona took both of the woman’s hands, pretending to contact the other side, a blinding heat burned through her head. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, but no matter how hard Fiona tried to drop her hands she couldn’t. Eventually the pain became too much and Fiona’s world went black.

When Fiona came to it was the next morning and the woman was missing. She convinced herself she was drugged when she realized all of her money was gone. But, strange things started happening. People kept appearing and disappearing in her peripheral. Voices came to her when she knew she was alone. Eventually Fiona figured out she wasn’t going crazy, she could talk to ghosts. What started out as a con became her reality through some kind of twisted irony. Fiona was a real life medium.

Powers/Skills: Fiona is a smooth talker and picks up quickly on other people’s body language and micro expressions. She can talk to ghosts when they reach out to her. She’s had some success channeling particular ghosts, but most of the time she has to wait for them to come to her.

Writing Sample:

I’ve Got Friends on the Other Side

A cigarette hung precariously in between two thin fingers. It’s smoke swirled away delicately in the icy wind cutting through even the smoker’s leather jacket. A young woman took another long drag, reveling in the nicotine rushing through her body. “You know Charlie,” she started, breaking the silence between her and the leggy blonde leaning next to her. “I was doing some thinking,”

“Oh? Something from the other side speaking to the great and mighty Fiona?” the blonde interrupted dryly. Charlie was one of the only people who knew Fiona’s secret and liked to poke fun at it every chance she got.

“I think I am going to that party after all. Fuck Sean,” she said defiantly, stomping out her cigarette for dramatic flair.

“And when you run into him at Aaron’s?”

“I ignore him.”

“You mean you’ll pretend to ignore him while pinning silently after him in the corner somewhere until you end up back at his place again, only to call me in the morning to come meet you for post hate-sex coffee and eggs.”

“You love coffee and eggs,” Fiona said, her attention being quickly drawn to the shop behind them as the familiar ding of the little bell announced another customer. Charlie just offered a half wave as she pushed herself off the wall, knowing her friend had work.

“You better show up this time Fi. I’m not going alone again.” She was already sauntering off before Fiona could respond. She closed the back door to the ally as she entered back into “The Mystic Eye”.

“I’m sorry love, but we’re closing up for the night. You’ll have to come back tomorrow. The spirits are tired and so am I,” Fiona said, making her way up to the front.

“I think they’ll have time for one more. I’ll pay double.” said a voice, smooth as butter. Fiona perked up at the offer. A quick “fortune is coming your way” and “yes grammy misses you too” and she’d be on her way. With the double fare she might even have enough to grab a cab to the party.

“I can’t make any promises, but we’ll see if they’re still around,” Fiona said, walking through a beaded curtain to the counter in the doorway of her shop. With the sun fully set behind the skyline, the only light came from the many candles Fiona had on around the room and the streetlight from across the street peaking in through the window. Even in the low light though, Fiona could tell the woman in front of her was beautiful. She towered over the psychic’s 5’9 stature in impressive heels. The black overcoat she wore looked more expensive than Fiona’s rent. Her skin was a warm caramel color and her hair laid in soft curls down her back. People like her didn’t come into “The Mystic Eye”.

“So who is it you’re trying to reach?” she asked as she ushered the woman into the back room, offering her a seat across a small circular table.

“His name was Alastor,” she said, seeming to float down into the seat, her posture immaculate.

“Okay, let’s see here…” Fiona said, pretending to take extra effort to settle into her seat, letting out a sigh. She forewent any chanting or over dramatics, figuring this woman would have seen through the act. No, it was better to keep it in the subtleties with this one. “Is there something of his you have, something to help me find him?” she asked after a few minutes pretending to concentrate. Really, Fiona was just picking out her outfit for the evening. Maybe that new little black dress she got at Benny’s. That with her black booties might be just the ticket.

“I have an old coin of his. Said it brought him luck,” said the woman, pulling out an odd looking gold coin. Fiona took it and turned it in her hands. A few of the symbols looked familiar, but it wasn’t an ordinary coin.

“Here take my hands and think of the last time you saw him. Really concentrate on the details. How he smelled, what he was wearing. That kind of thing,” Fiona instructed, offering her hands to the woman across from her. As soon she she grabbed them, the coin pressing hard into her left hand, Fiona felt a scorching pain radiating behind her eyes. It was like the worst migraine she had ever had, pressure building in her head that felt like it would pop at any moment. Fiona let out a pained cry, unable to pull away from the woman. Her vision turned white hot as if there was a spotlight being shined directly into her eyes despite how dark the room was.Just as the pain grew to the point Fiona was begging for death, her world went black.

The Sunday Group

I suppose it would depend if we want the Gotham feel to our setting... Or the mysterious, magic, voodoo-y feel... which would be in my mind New Orleans

@ihinka

Since Katrina, New Orleans has changed a lot from what it used to be. It's mostly a bad tourist trap near the Quarter and than the further you go out, really heavy slum areas. It's a lot more run down and abandoned than it used to be.

I personally think that it might be best to just create a fictional city like Gotham or Metropolis, but if we wanted to stay in the states, my vote is for Chicago or Detroit.

Panic’s Running Advanced Interest Check and Plot Ideas

Bump!

Trial by Hell-fire (Panic x Fisticuffs)

Ah guitar is actually really simple to learn, but hard to master. It helps if you already know how to read music, but tabs work just as well. I definitely suggest getting an emery board to help build up calluses, otherwise your fingers are going to hurt like a bitch.

I was going to suggest to do a collab with you, but I've already posted twice so I'm kind of taking a back seat until everyone at least gets their intro up. I'm the same way though. I'm not sure who'd I pair Nora with, no one is standing out to be as an obvious pick.