have you seen ( Naomi 'Diamond' Katz )? They look a lot like ( Mickey Madison ). The ( 34 ) year old ( Onlyfans Model/Stripper/Drug Dealer ) is so ( Confident, Self Reliant, Witty ) but I heard they can also be really ( Selfish, Judgmental, Materialistic ). Can you believe theyâve been in town for ( 34 years )?! They live in the ( The stacks ) neighborhood and kind of remind me of ( Neon lighting, a lipstick stained cigarette held with a scarlet nailed hand, Stacks of cash stored in random places, perfectly rolled joints, Black stiletto boots ). If I was asked, Iâd guess that they were ( Scariest ) in their yearbook for the class of ( 2008 ). Â
Born in The Reef, mother was a dancer at Eden's
Never knew her father
Despite being an alcoholic her mother did her best, but they barely scraped by.
By middle school she was hardly home, avoiding her mother's frequent stream of boyfriends. Drinking, smoking, and doing party drugs a usual occurrence for her by 14.
Rather than being bullied for her economic status, she got scary, not afraid to get physical with those who would think to tease her.
freshman year she started to sell drugs for Sada Vang, and eighteen she started to dance at Eden's garden.
Most people were shocked she managed to cross the stage with fairly good grades.
Doing OnlyFans on the side, she can give you the fantasy but it WILL cost you.
Living rather comfortably herself, she loves her life and her jobs. She gives 0 shits what anyone thinks about her, she probably makes more money than you.
Connections:
Theodore Robshaw - Best Friend, Colleague at Eden's Garden
Maverick Whitlock-Holmes - Favourite Punching Bag
Mickey Whitlock-Holmes - Friendly, ran in the same crowds growing up. She appreciates his sense of humor.
West Whitlock-Holmes - Casual FWB, anonymously films OF content with her when she wants to post partner content.
Jesse Cowen - Long time friend, trusts him more than most people
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"Pfft," he blew off her correct assumption. "M'no' tha' drunk," he slurred out, pulling her in for more kissing. Thank heavens for the seat behind them, or he would have knocked both of them to the ground. He laughed through their kisses, catching the doorframe with one hand and wrapping the other around her back to keep them steady. "N'don'chu worry 'bout me havin' whiskey dick neither," he said with a somewhat of a strain, lifting her up onto the seat, barely keeping his footing. His hands ran themself up her legs as his kisses trailed down to her neck. "All my parts still work jus' fine," he assured her mischievously through the affectionate gestures.
Naomi let her melting into him be a little exaggerated so even his inebriated state couldn't nullify it, a soft, needy, hum reverberating through the taste of alcohol. "Oh don't you worry, Baby." A purr, a heated gaze, bait for a drunk man designed to be remembered fondly through the haze of hangover. Hooking her heels behind his knees as she settled into her new place on the seat, Naomi ran her nails up into his hair as her head fell back to bare the expanses of marble pale skin freckled now from exposure to a sun it barely saw. All the more real estate for the wandering of his hands, his lips. She was all too willing to be his plaything. "Dom." A heated gasp formed to his name, sent down the slalom of his neck as she tilted her head to press lips to wherever they could reach. "Do you need me?"
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Naomi wasn't as slick as she thought herself. Ford had been around the block a time or two, he had met women similar to her. Ones that thrived on the chaos, that wanted to cause the most eyebrow-raising moments. It was for the attention.
And hearing the way she spoke about herself, Ford couldn't say he was surprised by it, either. Naomi came off strong and outgoing, extremely forward to boot, but it had nothing to do with real confidence. "Are you sayin' you are?" he asked, to play devil's advocate about settling down. Ford could already figure what her answer would be, though. Just like Dom's -- she was in it for the fun, wasn't much in wanting to settle down. She said it herself, that she wasn't the girlfriend type. He wondered what that meant in her eyes.
Ford frowned. "Why do you talk about yourself like that?" The words weren't only shocking, they were crude. He felt like he was in some badly filmed porno movie he somehow saw himself the star of, and the leading lady was showing off her filthy mouth. "That's fine, if you enjoy stuff like that, Miss Naomi, you got your own life to live and all, but... You really shouldn't talk like that. I worry you might say it to the wrong kinda individual and he'll take advantage of that."
"Are what? Girlfriend material?" The idea was so laughable that she did just that. Laughed like he'd told her the funniest joke she'd ever heard. Never had she pictured herself old in a rocking chair on summer porch next to some dumb dude who would probably die before her anyway. She's never really thought about getting old at all, maybe assuming her live fast lifestyle would eventually lead to a die young ending. A legendary one that would have her name enshrined to Carroll legend. It wasn't like anyone would really want the real her, whoever that was. Naomi herself didn't really even know anymore.
A little taken aback as much by his question as she was the tone with which he asked it. Actual concern? "I've been handling myself for a long time, Mr. Clifford." She eye rolled back, defenses flairing at the unexpected emotions he'd kicked up in her. Ones she didn't have any framework to process and thus manifested as overwhelming. "I talk like that because I don't see the point in mincing words or not saying what I want when I want. Can't be any miscommunication when you don't pussyfoot around because someone might be looking to get maced or someone else is so sexually repressed a little vulgar honesty makes them uncomfortable. So, how repressed are you, really?" Because one thing he definitely wasn't was a creep.
"Whether they find me annoying or not," Guy returned, "most people have a life. Too much of one to bother themselves with reporting on someone they find ridiculous. So I suggest whoever it is, they find one themselves." He only shook his head, not rising to the bait.
"Boring nerds?" These words caused Guy to scowl, as if he didn't enjoy the label. Because he didn't. Now just what in the hell made him a boring nerd, anyway? Did others think this about him? Did Winnie? "Do you have a purpose here?" he asked then, turning to face her as his arms crossed. "Or even a point?"
"Do you even know this town? People here will report it if you don't wash your vegetables properly. It's like you don't even know Carroll." She figured he had aspirations of local government, that much was beyond obvious, and it didn't take a genius to figure it could be fun to prob at that goal that most definitely came with insecurities. "But then who's surprised? It's so painfully obvious you're not a Carroller." Maybe a painful reminder that every mayor Naomi had ever heard of had come from Carroll. Raised there at least, if not born. Carroll did like looking out for their own, after all.
"The point, is that you're actually the worst, and I just thought you'd want to know that everyone thinks so. I've heard them groan when you come their way. Pretty sure there has to be a person or two who thinks your name is 'ugh'." Reaching out were decided to rush a try at patting him on his shoulder with faux comradery. "Okay well, enjoy your festival. Only Carroll's biggest event after Christmas. I suggest smiling. Yeah. Okay, bye!" But she just stood there like she expected him to walk away, because she did. "Okay, shoo!"
Leo definitely liked that he could let out his bitchy side with Diamond. Truthfully if he didnât find a way to expel it regularly, it turned him into a bit of an asshole, and Leo preferred to just be quietly aloof. So really Diamond was providing an essential service to Carroll, at least to the people who interacted with him regularly. Maybe that was why they vibed so much. Smirking at his friend, Leo replied, âOh trust me, that was exactly what he wanted and exactly what he needed. He left smiling, so I did my duty. Like I said, literal saint.â The truth was that Leo did actually feel good about that encounter not because the sex had been fantastic (though it had been). He was just glad to help someone through a hard time, even if he wouldnât admit it. Leo knew what it was like to lose someone you really loved. âDefinitely the easiest sainthood initiation, though trust that I worked hard during it,â Leo said, a cheeky grin on his face.Â
Nodding, Leo said, âYeah, youâre right. Voting for sympathy is stupid. I donât know Carroll well yet, but I donât see that being a significant determination in the outcome. But who knows, maybe this town is full of idiots.â Leo shrugged; he really had no idea. âIâm voting for Sada though,â he went on as they walked. âAnd hopefully when she wins and takes over, she remembers who were loyal to her.â Laughing, Leo was obviously kidding, though he thought Sada had the fortitude to do it. âHey, do you want to get a drink or something?â he asked Diamond.Â
"You know that's what I say all the time, People like Us play an essential service, we create smiles." Obviously amused with herself at this, her nod though was confident in her point. "You'd think history would be kinder to sex workers, but nope. God forbid anyone like making money with their bodies." She'd honestly never understood the stigma, but she had weaponized it and extracted entertainment from it on more than one occasion. Then again, there weren't many occasions she wouldn't milk for money or entertainment. "If you're a saint does that make me the patron goddess of horny men?"
The scoff Naomi gave was right from the heart, a knowing nod if her head accompanying the humor in her tone. "Oh this town is definitely full of idiots, but they're also judgemental and drama loving, so I'm gunna say it could go either way. There's always been a class divide in this town and I just think that Sada running is going to appeal to those in the 'lower rungs' of Carroll society." Fingers coming up for pointedly mimed quotations. "Sada doesn't seem the type to forget the little people. That's why I'm voting for her, too. It's about time the real people, the working people, great a taste of running things. Fuck all those rich assholes." Giving an enthusiastic nod in the affirmative she waved her hand at him to motion him toward the bar. "And a shot!"
Darcy chuckles at her comment." Noted, I won't be calling myself clown in your presence again. I'm too pretty to be slapped." They didn't know how to go about it, it was unusual for them to have romantic feelings towards someone, talking about it felt a bit odd.
" He isn't around. I have to text him to ask where he is." And hope that David would reply back, since things were left at a rather awkward note." His name is David, we met at the pub and I was being my delightful self as I usual am and told him not to bother me because I was wallowing, somehow he managed to make me feel better." Darcy shrugs." He was doing crosswords."
"Damn right, and too pretty to be a fucking clown, are you kidding me?" It was almost painful how hard she scoffed at them. The only love Naomi accepted was friendship, everything else ridiculous and useless besides how she could exploit it for her own gain. It was cute to watch Darcy be all awkward about it, though. Kind of nervous like a rich person's high strung purse dog.
"Crosswords?" Looking at them like a second head at spouted and bloomed from their neck, the confusion was written plain on her face before she shifted to look at it from a Darcy perspective and realized- "Actually no, that tracks. So message him, then we'll go find him and you can point him out."
who else would she be talking about? sonny raises a brow at her, clearly confused, but takes the joint and puffs on it, exhaling smoke through his nose. "ohhhhh... who the fuck is britney beaver though?" now he was even more confused, taking a final hit and handing her the joint back. at the very least, he made her laugh. sonny loved making people laugh, even if they were laughing at him. "ohhhh, her? this might sound wild, but i always thought she was 1007 tea or whatever the fuck. i mean, it makes sense she has a legit name though. i hope she doesn't come for me for not knowing that." he was never really fully caught up with gossip anyway. "this might be a hot take, but i think she's kind of iconic in a way. you know, as long as she isn't talking shit about me, all is good."
Sonny never failed to make her laugh, the idea that the redhead gossip monger wouldn't have a real name tickling her considerably. "She was definitely rocking a different last name in school. I refuse to believe her name is actually Britney Beaver." Clever though it was. "If I cared enough I'd find a year book or check the Internet or something but who has time for that?" It sounded boring as shit for something that truly didn't matter to her in the slightest. "Please, she's a legend. Some of the shit she posts takes actual balls of steel. I mean, she did get her house burned down, but like... She got hella donations to build her new one in Port Carroll."
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He decided to just drop the whole 'Betty' comment. There was no changing her mind. Matt's eyes dropped for just a second as her foot nudged his calf and she stretched out her leg, the corner of his mouth tugging into an amused grin before he looked back up at her with a chuckle. â Oh, I don't doubt the lookin' good part for a second, â he teased, giving the tongs a dramatic spin before setting another hot dog on the smoker. â But don't go gettin' cocky on me yet. We still gotta earn that championship title again. â He found himself laughing about it as they already won their last game. â Though I'll admit... watchin' everybody realize they're about to lose to us? That's gonna be almost as satisfying as the victory itself. â He was way too competitive.
Fuck if he wasn't actually so fucking adorable. When the hell that happened she'd never know, but his dorky shit wth the tongs was like actually charming. It only made her want to try harder, maybe it was because she couldn't have him, who knew. She'd have him eventually anyway. There'd almost never been a man she wanted that she couldn't get. "Oh come on, W.H." Rolling her eyes she pushed up to close the small space between them while she finished most of the bottle of water. "I think you're the hothead. Let me cool you down." What was left upturned to pour over his head. "Though you always did look best all sweaty."
