Disfunctional

Artistic no, not really. She dubbed in arts but it wasn't really her style so she wouldn't go there again. But she is definitely cultured, she just needs someone to be snobby cultured with.

[ 💕 ] does your muse believe in true love? do they believe in love at all?

Faye hardly believes in love, let alone true love. She loves her brother to death but that's just about it. The rest of the people she came remotely close to loving have actually let her down so she's not exactly a believer, but who knows, maybe someday somehow her mind will change on it...

[ 🚓 ] would your muse break the law?

Would? Oh please, consider it a given.

[ 🩹 ] what does your muse do to de-stress?

Drinking and yoga. Though they’re somewhat contradicting each other but it works for her.

[ ⚖️ ] what is your muse’s moral code? what kind of morality do they have?

Faye has no standard moral code. She does whatever suits her best interests and feels like. Considering she doesn’t have that many emotions, sometimes she’s the worst person you’ll ever meet and some she’ll feel like godsent. Depends on her mood really.

[ 👥 ] does your muse have many friends? do people feel they can rely on your muse?

Despite being a somewhat horrible person, Faye is pretty reliable actually. She doesn’t have many friends but she’s there for those she considers as such.

[ 📚 ] what is your muse’s favourite genre of books, tv, movies, etc.?

She doesn’t have much free time on her hands but she does enjoy a good horror or psychological thriller/drama.

[ 🍺 ] does your muse have any addictions?

Does coffee count? Cause if it does, she’s in trouble.

An exotic beach and my most comforting glass of gin.

Work and kindergarten.

Rain was getting heavy and Faye’s patience was getting thinner by the second. Okay, Julia had no business trusting her for a ride in the middle of the night during a storm but with two kids in the backseat and two flats, yeah, the odds weren’t in her favor. “Damn it, Child bride, it’s either me or a psycho killer. Or child services.” she threw her hands in the air. “I‘d say I’m your best bet right now.” the blonde huffed getting in the driver’s seat to make a point. “Get in, loser; your kids are way past their bedtime” she called out knowing she was getting her way no matter how badly Julia Merchand wouldhate it.

does your muse have any childhood friends or people that are important to them?

Faye's childhood revolved around her brother, Sage and the Taylors..so naturally they'd be the most important people to her to this day actually.

Faye chuckled. “Occupational hazard?” she asked taking a bite from one of the crackers Aeva had brought her to snack on since she was again skipping lunch. “I get it. Work hours are killing my buzz too...” the blonde mused. “If it helps, you can be my favorite Bird of Prey”

is your muse comfortable in their identity? are they insecure or confident?

Faye's pretty content with who she is; which most would describe as a raging bitch. It is an accurate description, so..she's pretty happy with herself.

"Of course it did." Faye huffed grabbing the plastic cup from Sybil's hand and tossed it away. "I'm pretty sure it's saline." she announced both amused at Sybil's misfortune and pissed at the nurses for playing pranks during work hours. "One would think you'd know better than to drink unattended..well, anything, especially in a hospital, Sybil."

does your muse have any guilty pleasures or hobbies that make them embarrassed?

Reality television. They fight over the dumbest stuff; Faye just watches for laughs but can't tell a soul.

HER  EYES  WERE  BURNING  WITH  how tired she was as she stared at her laptop screen that had been flashing at her with nothing getting done. Despite the five cups of coffee she’d downed at this point, Anika still couldn’t focus, her thoughts still on the chaos of the wedding and the sleepless nights in her household that had followed. Her normal chocolate eclairs and other goodies had done nothing to make her mood better like they usually did, and the sound of approaching footsteps almost made her sigh. Almost. “You can sit here if you want. I know there isn’t much room inside, and I’m not using the other seat.”

OPEN  STARTER  :  Wildflour Bakery

She had seen her in the distance; tired, eyes looking red and puffy, glued to the screen. It was almost like going back in time seeing her in highschool again. Taking a few steps closer, Faye knew she had gotten Anika’s attention just by stepping closer. She was always perceptive like that, she chuckled to herself. Placing a hand on her shoulder, she trailed it along with her as she walked towards the chair that had been pointed to her. Placing her coffee down, careful not to move anything around, she sat down. “Nik...” she sighed. There wasn’t much to say about what happened, or maybe there was too much, and Faye herself was pissed at Volkov for keeping the murder plot to himself. Had she known, she wouldn’t have showed up for that crap, not had gotten involved. But there were certain obligations to comply with… Taking a sip from her coffee, she just looked at the woman, opting not to speak further, see how Anika was going to go about this.

“I’m not your lawyer so it doesn’t really matter what I did or didn’t hear.” Atlas shrugged. The notion of doing things by the book had left him long ago. Most lawyers weren’t involved in gangs and criminal activity themselves but Atlas wasn’t your average lawyer just like Faye wasn’t the average doctor. It was all just an occupational hazard and most of the time, Atlas knew his clients were guilty and still won the case. “There are probably so many people who don’t like you who would love to do the honors.” He laughed. He wasn’t one of them but he also wasn’t the kind of person who gave a fuck who her family was. “You say get lucky tonight like I haven’t already. Did you know there’s this cozy little closet in here somewhere? It’s full of random shit but, I wasn’t exactly in there to study the contents.”

He could still be considered an accessory though, she laughed. Looking around, she mentally counted those people and frowned pushing her lips together for a second. “True. People hate me.” She shrugged simply. Faye had no delusions that people liked her, that ship had sailed long ago at least for those who got to meet her past working hours and without the upstanding citizen guise she too maintained. She was a bitch if one thought about it. Oh well. At least they knew she was psycho enough not to mess with her. Faye gave him a look as if mentally patting him on the back. “That is the most useful intel I’ve gotten all night, Counselor. I might even pay it a visit …” she smirked already having the perfect candidate in mind.