never gonna love again.

Name: Christine “Chrissie” Hook Age: 30 Birthday: October 27th Big Three: Scorpio sun, Virgo moon, Taurus rising Species: Witch Sexuality: Bisexual

Wendy let out the breath she’d been holding as the older woman admitted she was just joking. It was in her nature to take pretty much everything and anything seriously, especially when it came to the Hooks. “Sorry, right. I knew that.” She’d heard about greying hairs and wrinkles from more people than she could count, but somehow, it didn’t stop her from the nagging worry that she was constantly doing something wrong. People like Tiara and Chrissie made her feel like that might be true. “I’m okay, thank you for asking. I’ve been back at school, and we’re giving tours to prospective students from the three new cities, so that’s been quite nice, getting to know them. And you?”

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It was hard to tolerate someone wound so tightly, Wendy didn’t know how to cut loose or have fun when she took life so seriously. Maybe it was good for Wendy to hang around people that helped her cut loose, like Peter or even herself. “Did you?” She asked with a smile on her face and a head tilt towards the young girl. Honestly, Chrissie doubted that Wendy knew that she was plainly joking around.  When people spoke about college, Chrissie was thankful that she never attended. It sounded dull, going from class to class and pretending to care about the subjects enough to finish the homework or study. Plus, she was making more money than most college graduates. “Oh, that must be fun. What are you taking again?” This conversation was boring, she hated school and couldn’t believe that people actually enjoyed attending. “I’m good, thanks, just keeping busy.”

*

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry.” Chuckie mumbled at the person that just bumped into them. They were used to this. People bumped into him a lot. Maybe it had something to do with his urge to be invisible in crowds. This, though. This was the nightmare scenario. Usually Chuckie could get a way with an averted gaze and mumbled apology but this person seemed angry. “I swear, I didn’t mean to-” The look on the other person’s face made it clear that he wasn’t going to get anywhere like this. That means it’s time to try something new. Gosh, he hated this. Heart hammering, Chuckie sticks this hand out towards the person in an attempt to make some peace. “Hi, I’m Chuckie. Fragile psyche and horrible with confrontation. I’m sorry for uh, being in the way?” He smiled as his hand hung there. “It happens a lot.”

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The way that Chrissie put people on edge delighted her, until they actually looked hurt and she realized that she went too far, again. Granted, most of the time, she knew that things went too far and it was obvious to her that she could be quite the bitch most of the time. Oh well, it didn’t really matter that much to her - she could still sleep peacefully at the end of the day. “You didn’t mean it?” She repeated, raising an eyebrow towards him; he was a scared, little boy that Chrissie could easily intimidate, but she didn’t want to. She huffed out of irritation at mostly herself, and then she looked down at his outstretched hand. “Chrissie Hook. It’s fine. Don’t take everything so seriously, though, I was just trying to get a reaction.” She extended her arm and shook his hand with hers. “Does it? Is it because you’re silent and you sneak around?”

Boy, did Shaggy hate conflict. He knew the moment he walked straight into someone’s back he’d goofed up, immediately bracing himself for the person to lash out. And he couldn’t blame them, he’d gotten all up in their personal space. “Like, not at all, I’m sorry, I was… well, I thought I smelled barbecue, so I was distracted, but I totally should’ve been paying more attention.” Why couldn’t it have been Fred or Daphne or Velma he bumped into? Chrissie had that whole ‘if looks could kill’ thing about her, her gaze made him want to melt into the sidewalk right then and there. “It… it was  a total mistake, I swear.”

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It was hard to be mad at people sometimes, maybe this was what it meant to develop her personality, and Chrissie should feel proud. Her lips pursed together as she watched Shaggy stumble over her words, feeling a little bit bad for the way she snapped at him. If she was going to feel bad about being a cunt to somebody, it shouldn’t be Shaggy Rogers - he had a whole cute act going that Chrissie could appreciate. “Barbecue?” She chortled, trying to clarify his apology. “I mean, I guess I’ll take that apology, if it’s for the barbecue. You’re a food person, aren’t you?” She would just assume that this man was a big-time stoner. “I could obviously see that, but next time, just watch where you’re going. And I?” She paused for dramatic effect. “I will too. Don’t take things so seriously with me, I’m usually joking. Chill out.” 

“Uh, do you mind?” It wasn’t unlike Pacifica to expect people to go out of their way and make space for her, it was the norm as she grew up. It was more expected back when Coolsville was just its own town and it hadn’t been associated with the likes of Echo Creek and Amity Park yet. But once the barrier set place and there was an influx of people around, she’d noticed a decrease in special treatment. Her cold attitude helped reinforce the high esteem she once had. “No, I couldn’t be bothered with touching people who look like they wear polyester.” Paz knew she shouldn’t give this conversation the time of day but when she got riled up, it was hard to stop. “Maybe you should take time out of your day to make sure you don’t get in the way of the more important people.”

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The attitude of the other blonde girl put Chrissie on edge in the worst way possible. Nobody usually dared to speak with an attitude towards Chrissie, as she could be quite the character, but here was this blonde girl who seemed to be too small for the stupid boots that she was wearing. An eyebrow rose towards the other girl, Chrissie’s face turning into an unpleasant sneer, and her hands clenched together. “Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re really insulting me on my fashion choice? Sweetheart, in the real world, nobody gives a shit what you’re wearing. Grow up and get a life.” Chrissie gave the other girl a loud, mocking laugh. “Who even are you? Obviously not important enough if I don’t even know your name.”

Billy was drunk and simply wanted a smoke when a blonde chick bumped into him, who, with all audacity, acted as if she was the victim. He stared sadly at his last piece of cigarette that dropped on the floor. “Yeah, doll face. Try and put your business away from my cigarette. Jesus Christ.” He was desperate, and he didn’t care. Billy took the lit cigarette from the floor, gave it a few taps to remove the dust, and proceeded to put it in his mouth. Once he was able to take a puff, a little bit of happiness in his miserable life came back. This time he was able to take a look at the angry barbie in front of him, which made him realize that she wasn’t angry at all. The girl seems to want to play, and Billy chuckled as he blew off his smoke. “You seem bored, pretty girl. Want a drink?” He saw the smug look on her face, and he knew instantly that this was going to be an interesting night. 

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The moment that she saw the face of the intoxicated man that she backed into, her curiosity increased. It was not every day that Chrissie felt an instant energy match, but she considered herself lucky when it happened. “Doll face? That’s new.” Not many people called her doll face or any cutesy nickname. “Too preoccupied with your cigarette to watch where you’re going?” Her eyes watched him take an inhale of his cigarette with a raised eyebrow and a smile slowly forming on her face. There were many things that Chrissie did that were not considered healthy for her body, but she would never touch a cigarette - each their own and she wasn’t a doctor. “You’re right, I am bored - everyone and everything in this town is boring. I do want a drink. We’ll do one and one, okay?” As much as she wanted him to pay for their fun night out, the two were clearly on the same level of mischief. 

Paislee has been out of it for a while now.  With Harold begging for her back and her head knowing better than her heart, she was…out of control. Her magic was acting crazy and the only thing she knew what to do that wasn’t ask Harold for help was just drinking. It couldn’t hurt to go bar hopping and she had Meg’s number on speed dial if she ran into any actual trouble. She hadn’t had a single sip to drink yet when she bumped into the blonde, but she almost wished she had because then she could find some poor excuse for her rudeness. She found herself blushing, unsure as to why this woman pierced through her like she had seen it all and knew what kind of person she was, but that was exactly how it felt. “I…no? Does anyone get joy in that?” she was genuinely curious at this point. “I am sorry for bumping into you, but I take no joy from it. It doesn’t feel like you are too keen on giving others joy.”

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If everyone knew how to have fun like Chrissie, then people wouldn’t be in the predicament that they put themselves in with her. Alas, it was a lost cause and futile at that. All in all, nobody knew how to have fun and it was hard to make friends with people who enjoyed a good-natured roast session. If people could see the underlay of the inappropriate joking that Chrissie had to offer, maybe she wouldn’t be so lonely, but the same could be said about her easing up on her relentlessly annoying personality. She assumed that it was everyone else’s fault for their boring personalities, not hers, when the complete opposite were true. The blonde huffed quietly at the girl opposite of her as Chrissie watched her. “Some people get joy in it, and I assume that you’re one of those people, no?” A malicious smile crossed Chrissie’s face as the other girl pointed out giving other people’s joy. “How’d you know that I’m a joy-sucker? Is it my personality or my energy? Or possibly and scarily enough, both?”

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The work that Kim does requires her to gain intel on others, she likes to think of it as finding missing pieces in a puzzle. Her latest job required looking into a missing persons case, a guy last seen around the Neverland club and gone the next day. Kim had kept a close eye on James Hook but that led nowhere, her suspicion had moved onto his sister instead. There was no indication of any job or reference to where she lived since, from what intel states, Chrissie was kicked out of the Hook home. Tracking her down was hard but not impossible for Kim. The only thing Kim had to do now was gain more information on her to assess the case even further and hopefully lead to the missing persons whereabouts. There were different methods on getting that information but she liked to be up and close with those she investigates, real interactions seemed to reveal the most about them. “I know, it’s kinda lame but it’s really hard to meet people nowadays. Meet-cutes aren’t exactly the norm, they’re more like an exception.” Despite needing some reason to approach Chrissie in the first place, Kim really did need help, she just figured it was a win-win scenario. Plus it gave her an excuse to ask the other about themselves. “I guess what’s tripping me up is how I’d describe myself in a few sentences. That’s so abstract, like, how would you describe yourself?”

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Chrissie had kept an extremely low profile after she was kicked out of her dear brother’s home. Being easy to find was the last thing that she wanted, and she made damn sure that anyone who did attempt to find her, would be met with extensive security measures. Nobody ever did, and she thanked the system that let her rest so easily. Not that she couldn’t handle herself, she absolutely could, but a place to carelessly rest after work was essential. Her eyes scanned the nosy red-head - keep your friends (the few that she had) close and your enemies closer, and if she had to pretend to be pleasant to a nosy bitch, then so be it. In Chrissie’s wildest dreams, she would attempt to avoid all ‘investigator’ type people - they were annoying and did not let things go. Instead, she would put them on a wild goose-chase, across the town and away from her and her home. “Eh, I guess so.” Why anyone would want to date someone from a dating app was beyond Chrissie, but she couldn’t help but pity the girl. “You can’t find anyone stellar on a stupid dating app, believe me.” She leaned her shoulder against the nearby wall with her head tilted at Kim. “You want to know about me? Hmm... I’d describe myself as being the nicest person to ever grace anyone’s life.” Of course, that was a lie, there was absolutely no reason for this nosy red-head to ask about her life. “I don’t like describing myself, this is about you. How would you describe yourself?” 

“Oh–oh, my goodness, I’m sorry,” Wendy blurted instinctively as she felt a bump into her shoulder, unsure if she had been the one to walk into the woman beside her or the other way around. It wasn’t until she noticed who it was that she swallowed hard, thinking quickly of an extended apology as Chrissie went on about their run-in. The blonde wasn’t someone Wendy was close to, but she knew that Peter was after she’d turned on her own brother. She supposed she could be neutral toward Chrissie, then, if Peter considered her in his good graces. “No, I’m–I didn’t mean to,” she said apologetically, taking a deliberate step back from the woman. “I just tripped over my own feet, is all. No intention of disrupting your … business, I promise.” 

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Wendy was... plain, in Chrissie’s head. There were so many interesting girls to hang around with, like Tiara Bell and her group of misfits, but Peter Pan chose this stick in the mud. Nobody knew how to take a joke anymore, and Wendy was not an exception. Chrissie let out a low exhale, it almost sounding like a sigh. “I’m not being serious, Wendy,” she said flatly, trying to put on a small towards the frightened girl. Unfortunately, Chrissie had to force herself to be nice, for Peter’s sake, like it was an unspoken rule between the two. “Don’t take everything so seriously, you’ll get wrinkles young and it’s not fun.” Not like stress and genetics didn’t have a cause in aging. “How’re you doing, besides being jumped scared?” 

“Do you mind?” Chrissie turned towards the person who walked into her (or maybe, Chrissie backed into them, who cares) with her eyebrows furrowed together. If it wasn’t obvious to the person behind her, Chrissie wasn’t usually the person that many people bothered to mess with, she was a ticking time bomb that could go off at any point in time. “Do you get joy in bumping into people that are strictly minding their own business?” Truthfully, this sort of thing didn’t even piss her off that much, it was just out of pure enjoyment to overreact and put people on edge. If she wasn’t putting people on edge, who would? Why have a sense of security when she could set fear and stress into her fellow townsfolk? Truly, Chrissie knew how to have fun and as far as she knew, most people did not. The blonde had to stop the slow creeping smile that was edging onto her face as she stared the other person down. 

Life wasn’t what it was cracked up to be. At least, that was what ran through Chrissie Hook’s head perpetually. Everything always looked better on the outside where people put on the front of whatever they would like to, whether that was: cold, kind, thoughtful, angry, happy, and Chrissie had come to terms that she would never be outwardly happy; she could pretend to be a well-adjusted citizen, but it was a facade. But it didn’t matter when she pushed all of her emotions and feelings to the side when she was visiting her brother, after sending him so many stupid, little notes to him. It wouldn’t be a pleasant reunion between the two siblings, she wasn’t there for that, but it would be an entertaining visit on her end. 

Chrissie couldn’t help the smirk that slid along her face as she entered Neverland, a bar that she would frequent quite often a few years ago. It had been approximately two years since she had seen her brother last, and she would subtly try to mess with him, whether that was teaming up with Peter Pan, sending him teasing and/or condescending notes, or exchanging his prosthetic hand with a hook - it was truly never ending on her end. She wondered if he would get annoyed enough to seek her out and confront her, but he never did, and that was quite boring. The smirk remained on her face as she made her way to the bar-top where her wonderful brother was standing. “Well, well, well,” Chrissie started off, taking a seat on one of the barstools. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”