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Motel Cadillac

And so it begins...

Motel Cadillac

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It didn't take long for Kejirah to get...irritated. Under normal circumstances, she would've been a-okay, but these weren't normal circumstances, and everything was not a-okay.
She sat next to her truck tire, growing impatient under the midday sun as the heat beat down on her forehead, causing beads of sweat to form and roll down her cheeks slowly and disgustingly, which she immediately wiped off. See, usually Kejirah was unbothered by sweat, but that was when she was doing something active to cause it, not by being harassed by the giant flaming ball of gas in space, something that had no place causing her this much distress. Exercise sweat was attractive. Skin-melting-off-by-sun was not. Even if there weren't any people around. Which there wasn't since she was parked in a deserted gas station, a place that could have easily been a murder scene sometime in the past decade. There was a little ounce of temptation to explore the badly beat up shack of a building, but that would mean touching something to get inside, and she was quite sure that if she did, she'd get tetanus. And die. In the middle of nowhere. Now, those with some amount sense would say that that scenario would be a little unrealistic, and to that she would respond: "Fuck you," with a dramatic flip of her hair as would anyone else with an overactive imagination.
Not only that, but she didn't want to move more than a foot in any direction. Which was another perfectly valid reason for not taking advantage of this opportunity.
Leaning over and holding her chin in her hands, 'Jirah pulled out her phone and tapped into messages. She could hardly see the screen even with the brightness all the way up, so she cupped her hand over the top and leaned her head in further to see. Pulling up a distress message (decorated with at least a dozen sigh and anger emojis) she had sent at least an hour earlier to a close friend, she wanted to check if he had got it, but when she tapped onto their conversation, the same red lettered phrase came up.

_{message not delivered!}

The young woman groaned out loud and stood up, holding her phone in the air in different places while repeatedly hitting the side of it, attempting (and not succeeding) to get at least two bars of service. After a few disappointing moments, she lowered her arms in defeat and climbed into her truck flinging her phone in the passenger seat. This trip was supposed to be fun. Refreshing even. But right now, it was neither. It was hot. So very hot.
Starting up the engine, Kejirah pulled out of the abandoned place accompanied by the stifling heat and no A/C, she nearly had her head out of the window like a dog to try and feel something that resembled a breeze. A breeze would've been nice, instead she got blasted by the heat of a hundred furnaces. Recoiling, she realized how quickly things were going downhill as she sped down the burning road, on her way as she would soon figure out: Coalfell.

Passing through a town, or what seemed like one, she noticed a small, old-timey looking diner with a parking lot that resembled hell for anything with tires but she pulled into it, music blaring. She hadn't realized how hungry and not to mention tired she was until she came to a stop. Turning off her truck, a yellow hummer she would often brag, she grabbed her useless phone, eyeing it like it had done something wrong before heading inside, sweat still covering her body.

"Ahh, air conditioniiiing!" She exclaimed in a sing-song voice as she pushed the door open, a small bell rung cheerfully. At first she thought it was supposed to be a nice welcome for anyone who came in, as anyone would normally think, but she soon realized it was a signal to the people already inside not that there was a new customer, but someone new in general. Soon, the air conditioning felt stale as conversations became quiet whispers and she could feel eyes on her.
"What is this, a western saloon?" She asked rhetorically, giving off a laugh with a hint of nervousness underneath.
She took a seat at one of the stools up front, smiling at those who passed by. Soon enough, the conversations started back up to her relief. Weird. She thought as she leaned over onto the counter, finally able to take a good look around. At first glance, the diner, known as Momma May's, seemed like a hot mess but as the eyes adjusted, there was more life to it than what was on the outside. A red and white theme overwhelmed the space a little bit, but with all of the chatter going on, it made it homier. There were seats lined up against the windows and walls that had puffy, red leather cushions and off-white tables, most of them filled. The tile floor looked recently swept, which was surprising because she definitely wouldn't have expected it from this town. She was quite sure Coalfell wasn't large enough to have health inspectors. Pictures of old couples and past workers lined the yellowish walls (she wasn't sure whether they were originally that color or not) that acted like a nostalgic timeline of the small building. On the right side, there was a larger space that held a rickety stage with faded wine red curtains decorating each side and a poster that said "Karaoke Night on Fridays!" which was a bit ominous. But also interesting. Round tables circled the stage containing two chairs each, some of them four. Now this was the kind of place she was hoping to encounter.
Smiling to herself, she continued to patiently wait for her food to be ordered, propping her elbow up and sitting her head on her hand. She noticed the people next to her kept giving her small glances but didn't say anything else. Suddenly, she straightened up and looked around. She was going to need somewhere to sleep.
"Hey hey! Kejirah called out to the crowd, who immediately stopped talking. "Does anyone know of a good place to stay around here? She looked around, hoping someone would answer her call.

Motel Cadillac

YAY! I've finished my form yall, if you want to take a look :D I'll also ve starting soon, so prepare for that.
Oh! And I wanted to mention that I'll be starting in the cafe, so if you're characters want to meet mine there, that'd be cool. Or if you want to start at the Motel, that's chill too :)

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@KZOMBI3 That's totally fine

Also, this is somewhat important...but if you guys could choose a dialogue color, that would be amazing :D

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Alright ! I'll get my form done in a few and then I'll start us up! I just wanted to say thank you for joining this role play and I hope everyone has a great time :)

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@KZOMBI3 Yeah! I'm totally still accepting people. As for the setting, it's set in modern day, so around now.

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@NancyNobody @Darcs @Canidae @OliveYou @SamaraJayne96 @ningal700 @alimariloasun All accepted!!

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Kejirah Atiyeh

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"Oh my god, you're so nerdy, it's kinda cute~"

_{Egyptian/5'11/Scorpio/e99666}

Name: Kejirah Atiyeh

Nickname(s): ‘Jirah

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Chaotic lesbian

Relationship Status: Single :( _{and ready to mingle}

Occupation:Choreographer/ Aspiring businesswoman

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Appearance: Standing at approximately 5'11, often having a sly grin along with her confidently toned figure (thanks to her aggressive work-out habits), Kejirah's posture makes it clear that she demands attention. With her piercing brown eyes and carefully touched up face, she basically emits confidence all the way from her expertly timed head-tilts to her laid back attitude.
Definitely not afraid to show off a little skin either, especially to reveal the few tattoos that are often hidden, she tends to wear tops that are more open, although still keeping the tomboy-ish look. Her clothing style changes pretty frequently, some days she prefers to go with a more masculine look, and others, a rather feminine getup. But either way, her main goal is to look like a badass.

Personality: Confident to where it's almost cocky, Kejirah is definitely a "go get 'em" type of person. She's very driven and focused when it comes down to getting work done, and rarely does she ever get distracted if it's something important to her. An excellent motivator, she's more optimistic than what she seems to be, Kejirah enjoys being obnoxiously boisterous which is a love or hate thing. She's wild to the core, and loves to have a good time.
She also has a way with words, often driving a conversation to where she wants it to go by asking a lot of questions, but she's very honest. She believes "honesty is the best policy," though sometimes it can get a little out of hand, considering she has a bad habit of saying too much. Not exactly in the brutal way, just things that people don't want to hear.
Other than that, she's a surprisingly humble person and respects all people, often responding with "Yes ma'am," or "No, sir," to those older than her. She doesn't anger easily, but she becomes a sort of cocky-sarcastic that has a way of frustrating others, and she definitely doesn't take bull from other people.

Likes:
*Calling people nerds
*Spending money
*Midnight
*Cats
*Competitions

Dislikes:
*Small dogs
*Country music
*Dishonesty
*People who take things too seriously
*Cold weather

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Background:
Born and raised in a wealthy family, Kejirah and her parents moved to America as green card citizens when she was in her teens. Growing up, she was always used to having money, but despite that, she never really flaunted it. She always enjoyed spending money on other people, especially on her partners. Of course she loved having a few bucks on hand, but the one thing she loved the most was being free. Independent. Her parents were often gone a lot for work, and she had gotten tired of trying to be their perfect daughter. All she had wanted was a little recognition for her efforts, but didn't want to continue trying so hard for very little reward, so she grew up a little wild. Maybe more than a little.
Fast forward a few years to Coalfell. She hadn't originally planned to stay in this town since she was travelling, but once she saw the Motel, it was love at first sight, she knew she had to stay there. But before leaving, Kejirah hoped exploring this little town and seeing what us had to offer before going on her way again.

Meredith Odile

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_{"Hey, remember that time when you thought I cared? Well, you were wrong."}

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_{French | 5'1 | Virgo | FFEDA8}

NAME:

Meredith LaVerne Odile

Nicknames: "Mer"

AGE:

22

GENDER:

Female

SEXUALITY:

Bisexual _{"But honestly, it's none of your business"}

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:

Single _{"Also doesn't concern you"}

OCCUPATION:

Currently a college student, but works part-time at a bar and diner

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APPEARANCE:

Standing at an unassuming but very determined 5'1, Meredith has come to terms with how short she is, though she will fight if it's brought up. She always keeps her head up as if daring people to challenge her authority, which also in turn makes her seem tense and provoked at most times.
She has dark, blue-ish green eyes and thin brows that always seem to be furrowed, which match her angry posture. She has pale skin that burns easily, so more than half the time, she smells of sunscreen with a hint of perfume trying to mask the strong scent. And she has long, blonde hair that's kept up in a messy bun most of the time.
Her attire is made up of mostly turtle necks and dress pants, preferring to go with a more "business casual" look. She's not the biggest fan of showing off skin, but on the hottest days, she'll resort to wearing more casual outfits. Alone, Meredith enjoys wearing oversized shirts and sweaters (that she probably took from a friend).

PERSONALITY:

Feisty | Opinionated | Always Angry^™ | Determined | Driven | Curses more than she should | Introverted | Will fight

LIKES:

° Writing
° Looking at the stars
° Cats
° Rap and R&B music
° Nature
° Kicking ass first, taking names later
° Saying "Fuck"

DISLIKES:

° People with egos
° Procrastination
° Hypocriticism
° Overly crowded places
° Disorganization
° Sour foods

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BACKGROUND:

Adopted into an American family when she was ten, Meredith had always been untrustworthy of people. She had always known small crowds and open spaces before she'd moved into a new family, and she wasn't all that close to her biological family in the first place. The city was very new to her, and she didn't know how to cope with the new feeling of always being surrounded by something or someone, and in turn, her new environment and the pressure to deal with everything at once made her lash out at people. During her younger school years, Meredith always had difficulty coping with her anger; she always had something to say which would make her unpopular amongst her peers. She also changed schools often until her parents decided that a private school would fit her needs better.
Private school had certainly helped, although she always refused to talk to anyone to discuss her problems. She never really enjoyed putting her issues onto other people, so she kept to herself most of her life. High school was better, though she never really connected with her adopted family, Meredith ended up moving back to France for college. Four years later, present time, she just happened to run into the small town of Coalfell running away from her family. She rather enjoyed the desertedness of this place, finding the setting familiar and oddly comforting. Currently staying at the motel, she doesn't exactly know what she's looking for just yet, using the little bit of extra money she has saved up to relax before travelling back to Europe.

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Motel Cadillac

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