song bird.

☽ [ sofia black d’elia, she/her, cis female ] ☾ [ andrea ‘andie’ walker ] has lived in [ the waterhole ] for [ thirty years with periods away ] now. the [ 30 ] year old  [ human / untriggered werewolf ] makes an honest earning as a [ shelf stocker ] for [ grocery store ]. truthfully, they remind me of [ plants everywhere, the smell of vanilla perfume, cherry tinted lips, dark mascara smudged eyes ]. while they typically keep their head out of gang business, [ andie ] can’t help but side with [ hellhounds ]. to tune it all out though, they blast [ god sent me as karma by emlyn ] on full volume.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘  | 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

Full Name/Nickname: andrea grace walker | andie

Age/DOB: 30 years old / february 12, 1992

Zodiac Sign: aquarius ☼ | gemini ☽ | aries ↗

Gender: cis female

Place of Birth: skull, arizona

Current Location: skull, arizona

Sexual/Romantic Orientations: bisexual / biromantic

Occupation: shelf stocker @ the grocery store

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

Goals/Desires: honestly, just get her shit together and get back to singing.

Fears: losing her brothers.

Hobbies: writing, blogging, reading, dancing, singing 

Likes: books, stationary (she obsessed), cooking, plants, texting over phone calls

Dislikes: hunters, oversharing on social media, showing too many emotions, talking on the phone, clowns (who doesn’t?)

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

Parents: helena carpenter (mother, estranged), jackson walker (deceased)

Sibling(s): noah walker (older half-brother), liam walker (younger half-brother)

Pet(s): black cat named pepper.

Why, why did she decide to do this? Running was never strong suit of hers and somehow, this was pure torture in her mind and she wasn’t even sure why she was still doing it at this point. Each thud of her foot pounding the pavement sent waves of pain up her legs, her body burned and she felt her lungs restrict in her chest. “Oh, fuck this.” she came to a shuddering halt, leaning against a nearby streetlight. “Why do people do this, why do people enjoy this? It’s psychotic.” she gulped, eyes briefly flickering closed as she tried to gasp for air. 

STARTER STATUS : open to everyone LOCATION : the front outside of eve’s place, just after sundown TAGGING : @skullhqsreblogs​ 

This time of March carried a sharp bite of chill during the twilight hours that was hard to combat, even in Arizona. Or maybe it was just Juniper, with her smaller stature and whose blood often ran a bit colder than everyone else’s, who had to dress the part for it anytime after sunset. Layers upon layers, topped off with the standard-issue navy windbreaker, gold badge pinned to her right flank like a good little detective - never one to break rules, never one to make waves, no matter how hard she tried. Which was why she was trying, still, to get this situation straightened out. Her partner was somewhere not far off, their normal no-nonsense self, while she stood off to the side, tiny issued notebook in one hand, pen in the other, person in front of her, all alone. What was it about her that made people so uncooperative ? The soft face, the kinder tone ? Did people really take advantage of that ? She liked to believe the answer was no.

The flicker of blue and red lights switched places over her features, slow and silent. “ Okay. ” It was said on a bit of a huff, but only to express her exasperation with the situation at hand. This would be the final statement, the final person she’d bother about this whole thing, then she’d go back to her partner’s side and follow them around like a puppy like she’s supposed to. No one seemed to give him problems. “ Let’s go through this, one more time. A little slower. ” Click went the pen, tip went to paper. “ Tell me everything you know about what happened here tonight, ” the brunette prompted, her voice not letting go of the half-imploring, half-encouraging tone she always seemed to carry when trying to get information her way.

She’d made it just a month. It was perhaps the longest she’d gone without really getting into trouble and all she could think of was, fuck, she really, really didn’t need this. Naturally tense around law enforcement, she folded her arms across her chest as all she could see of her brothers was their backs as they fled into the night, not realising that she wasn’t behind them. Cowards. She also needed to get into the gym, and she’d have been able to keep up with them. 

“Someone from high school really couldn’t learn to just ... live and let die with petty high school shit and decided to start somethin’ is all.” What it had even started from, she had no idea. She didn’t remember much of the years in question, since this was definitely something that she’d done in her last year of school. 

“Honestly officer, it was a mistake and I didn’t punch her. I stopped her from swingin’ at me, pushed her away and she slipped. Plenty of people who will back me up.” Though not her brothers, it would seem, given they had turned tail and ran. 

location  :    anywhere  w  chairs  and  tables  lbr open  to  :    everyone

          “     well    ,    these    are    just    made    up    stories.    none    of    them    are    …     ”        real.    that’s    what    he    meant    to    say    as    his    eyes    found    the    stack    of    papers    he’d    dug    out    from    the    creative    writing    era    his    students    had    entered    during    his    first    week    of    teaching.    he    liked    to    think    all    the    darkness    and    talk    of    supernatural    creatures    roaming    around    skull    wasn’t    as    violent    as    they    made    it    seem    like    it    was.    matt    wanted    to    use    the    town    for    inspiration    ,    not    spend    his    days    worrying    about    children    that    weren’t    even    related    to    him.        “     kids    have    big    imaginations    ,    y’know    ?     ”        a    pause    ,    then    the    male’s    worry    began    to    show    in    the    crease    of    his    forehead    and    furrow    of    his    brows.        “     are    things    really    that    bad    around    here    ?     ”

Andie snorted as she emptied yet another sugar into her coffee, the cravings and urge to go for a drink strong, and immediately grabbed another packet from the table. “Oh yeah, it’s all false, it’s a regular Stars Hollow, cute and sweet with no things that go bump in the night.” she couldn’t help but laugh at the idea. Skull was definitely just that bad, “Well, where does one begin with a town like Skull, Arizona. The name itself doesn’t really allude to being dangerous so I can see why that could be misleading, cos Skull equals candy and rainbows. Oh then there is the friendly neighbourhood biker gang, and the other biker gang that specialises in taking out wolves, yes big bad wolves, who happen to be the original biker gang in question. What else, oh! The death and destruction that happens here. So, yeah no things really aren’t that bad here at all.” the sarcasm was a natural tool for the woman who wielded her words like a weapon for defence, and she momentarily felt a little bad that she’d perhaps been too harsh. But, she cleared her throat, “Yes. It’s that bad around here, the kids probably aren’t lying.”

open to: everyone @skullhqsreblogs​ location: crowned willows

Lennon was putting the finishing touches on an arrangement of roses, pleased with the results and hoped that when the customer who ordered it came into pick it up that they’d feel the same. She moved to grab a drink from her water bottle, her head turning back to the counter at the sound of someone’s voice. The blonde offered them a smile, swallowing the water in her mouth before finally giving the individual her attention. “Hey, I know the full stock can feel like you’re walking into a forest.” The latest shipment was a large one, different delivery people coming in and out of the doorway as if on a queue. “The tulips can go on the right in the front, roses tend to be more in the center to draw everyone in — you know how that goes. Oh! The Peonies you’ll be able to spot as you keep walking down…Am I talking to fast?” She questioned, not realizing that she’d been handing off tasks to someone who didn’t work with her.

She knew that she was putting her stepmother through hell, and despite everything, the angel in human form wouldn’t take a cent of rent or anything, no matter how many times Andie tried to give some of her meagre pay check. Week after week it was the same dance, and now here she was, week four of being home and she was back buying her only true mother some flowers in an attempt to show how much she appreciated the opportunity to make amends for the shit she had put her through. Adjusting the strap of her bag further up her shoulder she brushed a hand through her messy waves, some falling from her pony tail as she searched for something she hadn’t gotten before. She tried to focus when the blonde spoke, though her confused look must have given her away given the blondes follow up question. “Oh yeah, absolutely you lost me at tulips. Were you talking to me? I don’t ... work here, trust me you don’t want me working here either.”