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Now that the FBI was walking around and investigating, or as Barbie saw it “snooping around”, she ad to be more careful with her drug deals. She didn’t feel like getting in trouble with the feds over something as stupid as drugs when she knew there were bigger problems. “Yo put that shit away,” Barbie said as she noticed the baggy the person next to her was holding. “They’re literally watching everything, so I’d rather us not get in trouble for being stupid.”
“ it’s salt. ” she said dryly, sticking a pinky finger in and sucking it pointedly before placing the baggy swiftly in the lining of her tattered jacket. her eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, drinking in the high she’d been riding. lids flicked open and eyes darted to barbie, a lazy, condescending smile hanging on her lips, “ relax. if they’re out to bust the whole organization, one measly teener isn’t going to raise any eyebrows. they think this town’s infested, after all. i’m just a poor local caught up in the hype. ”
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sloane’s forgotten how GOOD it feels just to let loose for a moment – no assholes in the lounge, no running from cops – just a night to exhale … and inhale whatever she possibly could. at the moment, she’s only a few shots in & searching for a higher release. neon lights and glitter wash over her bright, grinning face as she coyly pulls the arm of a passing guest, cerulean blues wide and hopeful, ‘ mm - dance with me ? ’
“ baby . . . ” adriana purrs at the touch accompanied by sloane’s burning question, fingertips drifting down to meet her dancing partner’s in a light embrace perfect for twirling. “ tonight you’re the sun and i’m every planet ! ” small hips sway with the beat, an arm lifted lazily over her head as she lets the music entrance her. she doesn’t love dancing - she never really has - but she loves how close it gets her to someone else. she can practically hear their beating heart, taste the sweat dropping off shining skin, and it’s euphoric. it makes her crave perfect disaster. “ the question is, what kind am i going to be - like venus, hot and sizzling, or like neptune, cold and lonely ? ” half of her is teasing and half is serious, but if you were to ask which half adriana prefers, she wouldn’t - or couldn’t - give an answer.
gonna reply to a few more then head to bed !! adriana’s operating on a sliding scale of intoxication that goes from buzzed to fully trashed (which = concealed bitch -> full raging messy bitch) bc she cannot handle her gd liquor so let the games begin !
the bass of the party had become white noise at this point, reaching–but not quite–beauford’s corner that he had taken solace in. while the idea of breaking the normalcy that was his life in a gang had been appealing at first, the grinding bodies and humid rooms were slowly but surely changing his mind. he should have taken into account the rowdiness of the people he worked with. he should have taken account that he would have lost dibs in the crowd the moment they got here. he should have taken into account that sleep was probably better than drinking luke warm beer.
and yet, here he was, getting rammed into in the confines of the tight space of the room and being drenched in alcohol. bo guessed he was due for a shower anyway.
“woah.” reaching out a steady hand, bo placed it on their shoulder just in case they needed the balance. he ignored the alcohol seeping into his shirt with pursed lips. “you okay there?”
adriana was, by all counts, a lightweight. you could see it in the way one drink drooped her eyelids for the whole night and two sent her reeling into theatrics yet unknown to the outside world. tonight was no exception, and after at least four, she had become a stripped-down version of herself. unable to bother with pointed charm and batted lashes, adriana focused instead on keeping steady in the depths of the ocean of people surrounding her.
as she reached the edge of the crowd, black pumps caught on something - a step, a person even ? - and she was sent tumbling into the person before her, alcohol splashing between them (but mostly on him). eyes darkened to an almost impossible color, attempting to evaporate his very being right then and there with just their gaze.
“ you know, it’s hard enough to walk around here without being –– ” her voice trailed off as she momentarily lost touch with the world, leaning into his assistance before fading back into reality, “ –– without being...without being completely fucking blindsided. i – i’ve got half a mind to kick your coked up little ass for even –– i –– ” but she had lost her train of thought, eyes crossing and refocusing to scan the room. “ where is that pompous FUCKER moon ? he hasn’t seen wrath yet, blind rage to kick him in the gut and send him packing. help me find him ? i just...i forget, is all. ” eyes pleaded, still dark but with daggers aimed elsewhere, as if she were envisioning an enemy that existed past her current state of consciousness.
the cup ended up in her hand far sooner than anticipated. bourbon , whiskey. whatever this was , it was expensive. and she was just blowing it away , sitting on the tossed out leather couch in the back. “ want in ? the bottle’s near the broken porcelain. ”
“ oh, my dear, i’d love nothing more.” adriana sang in response, voice so syrupy it stuck to the roof of her mouth. her usual affectations grew more and more contrived and delirious as she lost control of her inhibitions. “ isn’t porcelain so –– what’s the word –– obnoxious ? i’d like to have all the money i haven’t wasted on fine china served to me on a dixie plate, please and thank you. ” the blonde shut her eyes with a soft smile before turning to refill her almost-empty cup of dark liquor. she tilted the rim to her mouth and drank slowly but vigorously, eyes squeezed tight as her throat roared with regret. she turned once again to the dark-haired girl, “ GOD, i do love to hate the rich, you know ? ”
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⋆ ◦ ° ☾ nicola peltz + cisfemale + she/her — have you met adriana ellis jameson? they are a twenty three year old known around town as the serpent. they’ve been in the gang life for six years, and currently work for the gang as a soldier. they are a pansexual scorpio, which means they are beguiling + intuitive, as well as machiavellian + apathetic. black combat boots, sharp nails, poison apples.
hii my loves !! i’m sarah, i’m 18, & i’m from est tz. :] i’m a freak for plotting/hcs, secretly a hugee cinemaphile, & totally in love w snl so hmu if you can relate to anything i just mentioned or even if not just b my friend<3 also ik i’m an idiot so let’s ignore my disaster of trying to apply for this rp. annyyways ! please lms if u want me to go ahead and message u to plot (on here OR add me @ byrd#5971 on d*scord) –– my gross plots page is here ! without further ado, let me go ahead and introduce u to my barely-played lil girl adriana under the cut. ( TW: VIOLENCE, ABUSE )
PAST.
adriana ellis jameson was born to lillian & peter jameson on a balmy november night in denver, colorado.
from the day she grew out of cute little onesies and shoes so small they could fit on your finger, adriana’s parents ceased to care about her. it wasn’t that they were bad parents, necessarily –– they provided for the family and only asked adriana to clean up their after-party puke one or two times. it was just that they weren’t ever meant to be parents, not in the real sense of the word. they knew it and adriana knew it, and so it was.
so, adriana found a family at school in her teachers and books, poring over pages under the covers each night and counting down the days til each summer ended. she let herself become the characters, or a nasa engineer solving the last equation necessary to perfect the moon landing, or passenger on a ship from england to india; it was not only her escape, but her way of learning. she needed to be in order to understand.
fast forward to high school and adriana’s biggest (and only) achievements were her grades. she took pride in them, nurturing and caring for her schoolwork like it was her own child.
and then came along a guy. but not just any guy –– a beautiful, dark, mysterious guy with a smile that seemed to shine on just adriana and fingers that felt like electricity when they brushed the side of her arm.
and for a while, her world was bright, maybe even whole. but complete dependency on one person is never healthy, and in this case, it turned ugly.
adriana began falling behind in her schoolwork (not that she minded, if it meant more time with her beau) and emancipated herself from her parents in order to move in with him. she followed him everywhere...not that he gave her much of a choice. the connection they had forged became deeper and darker and all of a sudden adriana couldn’t breathe. it wasn’t long before she ran away, tired of one-sided fights and excuses murmured between sips of hospital juice cups.
and so she found herself in valdez –– alone, scared, without a home or a refuge to return to. what better makeshift home, then, but a lovely gang just down the street?
when adriana first joined the organization, it was more out of necessity than interest. her skills in math landed her a short-lived job in bookkeeping, but after days spent wishing she were out in the action and nights spent fearing she hadn’t run far enough away, she decided upon becoming a soldier.
after so many years of stoic independence, adriana knew how to take care of herself. more than that, she knew how to charm –– how else did one catch a free meal at the local diner or a bus ticket downtown to the dentist’s office on a rainy day? and she was ruthless. it didn’t take long for her to prove her worth.
PERSONALITY.
adriana is the girl who brings a knife to a gun fight and wins. she’s manipulative and calculating, caressing your cheek right before she slits your throat (sometimes literally).
her strongest assets are her charm and determination. she’s a pro at collecting & using blackmail and can pick a lock faster than you could open it with the key. her least favorite job is trafficking and her favorite is “information extraction.”
she’s definitely sadistic, but a lot less so in her personal life. there, she’s more reserved, and 75% ice cold. her sense of humor is caustic.
saying she has a “tough exterior” would be quite the understatement, but she’s not necessarily mean –– just hard to get close to.
she has maybe a few particularly close friends in the gang, some from when she first arrived and some now that she’s this slightly-mad hotshot.
she doesn’t do relationships unless she feels totally in control. but she does do sex, and for that...control is optional.
underneath all of that? it’s really a mystery as to whether the “old” adriana exists anymore. she’s still a quiet book nerd, only now with a whole lot more bark & bite.
she often has nightmares that wake her up in a cold sweat, hyperventilating until she rocks herself back to a dead numbness that doesn’t subside until the morning. the space under her eyes is permanently purple.
if the gang were to go under as a result of caito’s death, she thinks she’d be fine. at this point, she’s got a bit of a god complex. or maybe it’s just a façade to quiet the scared voices in her head.
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