a soft place to land

❀ hannah elise silver ❀ 23, freelance illustrator + intern, demeter, zoey deutch

noble idiot / the meek shall inherit the earth / back up twin / extreme doormat / starving artist / teach her anger / love martyr / the reliable one / ambiguously absent parents / lovable coward 

one half of the dynamic silver twins / or maybe not so dynamic in hannah’s case / has been playing second fiddle for most of her life / strongly maintains she likes second fiddle!! way less pressure than first fiddle!! / self-deprecation is a girl’s best friend / spent most of her childhood doodling a million little drawings with waxy crayons that only ever earned her a “that’s nice, honey” but never a spot on the refrigerator / she loves becky a little bit more than she though possible when hannah realizes her sister has thumbtacked a few of them over her bed / becomes a Child of Divorce™ but not all that much changes in terms of her parents’ total disinterest in being parents / the kid who wore floaties in the pool at the Y until she was seven / meanwhile her sister was in the lane next to her doing a butterfly stroke that would make ryan lochte quake in his boots / up until recently she’s resigned herself to art just being a hobby or a side gig to help with the bills but a self re-invention kick got to her to apply to a couple design internships and it doesn’t seem quite as farfetched as it once did / queen of co-dependency / lives with rebekah and her boyfriend, levon and is constantly playing a came of monkey in the middle (hannah’s the monkey, the monkey is her) / people pleaser to the max / hopelessly devoted to her bubbe who lives in queens / very strong opinions on bagels / that john mullaney bit where he’s like “i once said hello to balloons” / the most self-sacrificing, self-sabotaging person out there / in a way she resents her sister but if anyone else so much as implied that she’d try and end their life / love island starts tonight and hannah’s most likely to be hosting a viewing party with three people in attendance and a homemade ‘bantz’ banner hanging on her living room wall.

the vibe is very much that of the st. sebastians crew from saving francesca by melina marchetta or the names they gave us by emery lord. just give me a group of diverse people from different backgrounds who have unconditional love for one another. i imagine most of them ended up in nyc, and have either recently graduated from university or are trying out their first real “grown-up” jobs. even though jude has pretty much ghosted them for the past couple of years, only popping up every six months in the form of a postcard or a voicemail left in the middle of the night, they’ve been waiting for him to come back and jude’s not sure what to make of that or how to process how much that means to him. 

they should be 22-24, not too picky about genders (but i’d like at least one more dude or dude identifying person) , or background - they just have to have spent their summers at shambhala. everything else is left up to you! looking forward to plotting out the dynamic with any takers! my discord is millie#8227 if you have any questions or want to chat!

frances ‘frannie’ ferguson, 24, broadway star, f. pugh 

constance native / definitely got the shortest straw with her parents obsession with alliteration / probably was born anxious / the kid that stood at the window and cried because her parents were fifteen minutes later getting home from date night than usual and she was convinced they were dead in a ditch somewhere until she saw the sweep of headlights coming up the driveway / after consulting several parenting books and a few family therapy sessions, fran’s mom decided she needed an outlet / on the first day she was dropped off at summer day camp at the local theatre eight year old frannie was fully planning her eventual emancipation from her parents because then they’d be sorry / talking to strangers? acting and singing in front of everyone? no thank you / except that she loved it / it was a relief to pretend to me someone else for a bit, to leave the jangled mess of nerves and swirling pit of butterflies she felt in her stomach like all the time / summer day camp turned into joining the fall production of annie as molly / by the time high school came around, she had already seen wicked on broadway five times and was a full fledged theatre nerd / one who took everything about performing and the “craft” incredibly seriously / did a sanitized version of hair over the summer with the same theatre production during the summer of her sophomore year and lowkey tried to start an orgy at the cast party / quickly became the star of every school production and just as quickly sort of fell half in love with her “leading man” in every school production / but they were friends so it was fine, friends who were supposed to take on the big apple together after graduation only it didn’t quite work out like that / she ended up booking a job as part of the ensemble in a big show and then it just spiralled from there / frannie was so busy with her star taking off she didn’t quite realize what she was leaving behind / just came off her first leading role in a musical adaptation of the breakfast club  / eight shows a week have left her shattered / and it’s kind of sobering to see that the thing she spent all of her life wanting isn’t necessarily everything she imagined it would be / her agent kind of wants to strangle her when frannie says she needs a break and holes up at her parents house / brings us to right now where you can find her sleeping until noon every day, watching daytime tv and haunting the local production of mamma mia like a specter. 

needs: issie and i need fellow horny drama nerds that would’ve been a clique in high school, pls and thank you. other childhood friends that she kind of peaced out on, maybe they’re happy to have her back, maybe they’re peeved at her, we can figure it out! maybe some more fergusons? a guy she dated in high school and broke up with when he called the phantom of the opera a pervert. 

julia abrams, 21, philosophy major & waitress, d.silvers

chicago native / no tragic backstory to speak of / just born to a single mom too young to have really known what she was doing and a penchant for the love ‘em and leave ‘em type of guys / named after the beatles song / seashell eyes, windy smile / a magnet for kind eyed teachers who would ask her to stay after school so they could discreetly push a new-to-her coat into her arms or a pair of winter boots when julia’s were close to falling apart / afternoons and weekends spent at the little deli where her mom waited tables where the old man regulars would quiz her on the stages of mitosis and symbolism in hemmingway / ‘you’re so smart, baby. you’re going to have everything you want’ / a little sister born when julia’s in her junior year - she’s tiny and perfect and her father is a total fucking asshole / which makes it all the harder to leave but there’s rejection letters and exorbitant tuition and then like a miracle (or a curse)  a renewable scholarship from a small college in new york state / bought into the myth that she’d find her tribe in university but her closest friend is probably the guy who sells hot dogs outside of the student union building / disguises her loneliness and homesickness with being busy twenty-four seven / wine and cheese mixers, open mic nights, protests and rallies, the occasional frat party is she’s really desperate and always always studying her brains out at the library / can come across as brash or rough around the edges but she’s deceptively soft / facetime dates every saturday morning with her little sister / disaster bisexual / doesn’t really know how to dress herself, would live in a hoodie and leggings if she could / will never stop trashtalking new york pizza.