𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑬 ╱* 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫

BASICS

Name: fallon elizabeth charming  Age / D.O.B.: august 10,1991 ( 30 years old )  Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: pansexual  Hometown: Los Angeles, Calabasas Affiliation: civilian  Job position: owner of salon/spa Education: graduated with a psych major Relationship status: single  Children: 0 Positive traits: innovative,brave, logical, realistic &. talented.  Negative traits: aggressive,crude,volatile,fickle &. picky 

tw: death,murder,stabbing,violence,domestic violence,miscarriage. 

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“A million? Wow. I figured I’d cut maybe ten thousand- a real miracle worker.” Manuel jokes, though Fallon’s work was definitely amazing, but he was also biased. He thought Penelope looked amazing in anything. He lifts his eyebrows then, “Oh? So I gotta try one, huh? Sounds a little too classy for a guy like me.” His tone is teasing, but he’s also serious- this whole party’s a little out of his depth. 

a small chuckle escapes her lips as she hears Manuel  ❝ I feel like you’re making fun of me. ❞ she says as she rolls her eyes and the bartender knows as if out of habit and eavesdropping handing her two French 75’s. ❝ oh baby no, there is never too much class mi amore &. You are caviar. ❞ she adds on proudly and hands him the flute, clinking it with hers ❝ cheers and let’s hope everyone gets safely home tonight. ❞ she jokes, knowing exactly how boring these parties ended. 

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“You certainly do not, Little Miss Blue Fairy,” Ziggy grins in affirmation, admiring her outfit for a moment. The beauty of a friendship like theirs was that, without even trying, without force or any underhanded means, it naturally proved mutually beneficial. For Fallon, she’d long said that he provided her a calming presence of some kind, and whether that was aided through herbal relief or puns that even a proper father would roll his eyes at, Ziggy, ever one to want to be of assistance, was grateful to be the occasional source of a true smile upon the girl’s lovely features. As they start off into the crowd, he offers, “Hey, I’ll take a pity laugh over one of my puns to absolute silence, you know that.”

Ziggy, with just the mere mention of Fallon’s family name, gained access into spaces he’d once sworn off, forcibly by his own actions and on the account of another’s; it was a facet of their friendship he didn’t like to use terribly often, but in this room, with these people — momentarily hiding behind the Charming name was as safe a bet as any other until he found steady footing of his own. The redhead greets a man Zig’s certain is placed rather high on Forbes’ list of the country’s top philanthropists, and he’s momentarily star-struck, simply in awe at the fact that his first foray into soliciting donations is with someone as notable ( and wealthy ) as Ignacio. There’s a quick exchange of business cards and a nervous laugh before they’re off and circling the room again.

It’s an almost too-fast turn of events, and his head is left spinning from the interaction. His work, though notable, had largely been based in grassroots activism, which meant donations came in irrefutably small numbers, and only amounted to something of note after longer periods of time — not at all the instantaneous kind of support that a man like Ignacio could provide. As though it’s a great secret, he whispers excitedly to Fallon, “Man gave me his business card within…thirty seconds. Not even a minute! I didn’t have to make a pitch or anything.” His face is beaming, though it falters slightly at the ensuing feelings of worthiness, or the lack thereof. “Honestly, Fal — This is wild. Like, this is enough to get a man’s head so high up in the clouds, he doesn’t know how to come back down.” An uncertain laugh, a slight shrug. “You’re on the lookout tonight, right? We should find something for you, too.”

it was all that much easier walking this ballroom with ziggy, when they first had met he was somewhat of a peace to her. all her anger and rage somehow was mellow when he was around, for some reason it was hard to be angry around him. he made her see that this life was hers and no one but her could live it. that was when she stopped harboring so much anger and somehow ( even if it was small ) it worked. 

she knew that she was privileged, she knew that she could possibly get away with things that other people couldn’t, things like murder and maybe that’s when she realized that she didn’t need to be in this world, that if someone like her could have committed such a violent crime —— what was the point of the justice system. though that part of her life was erased, every print, every trace of evidence that could have made her guilty had vanished. 

Fallon watched as ziggy was coming back from the high that expunged from Ignacio’s presence ❝ I’ve known Ignacio ALL MY LIFE, I think he’s honestly the only one who has a heart in this whole life. years ago ——- ❞ she made a small pause thinking about the Fallon from years ago and the Fallon that was standing in front of ziggy and it was two different people. ❝ Fallon from over half a decade ago was very different and he showed me that their was more to it ——- my first unicef trip was with him and let’s just say that I realized that sometimes we have the power to change things and I liked it —— I liked helping people ❞ 

a small genuine smile appeared on crimson petals, tainting porcelain features ❝ now I’m no mother Teresa, god sure knows I’m flawed but with that charities, I was able to change things, make them better. that’s why these are so important to me, I can’t change myself but I can help and make other people feel and be better. ❞ she was coming down and this conversation that she was having with ziggy needed to be cut short.  ❝ well, we can make as many rounds as you want, I’m just happy that I’m actually doing some good. ❞ the ring tapped on the flute of her French 75  ❝ but I will be right back just have to go to the ladies room and freshen up real quick. wait for me ? ❞

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“Oh, honey.” Elisa grins at the backhanded compliment - if you could even call it that. “I can say no one’s ever accused me of that.” No, ballroom isn’t what her dancing usually looks like - but she knows that she can hold her own, able to be whatever her date for the evening needs. “And let’s be honest,” she continues, even as she gives Fallon a twirl. “The whole mean girl thing is a little high school, right? I’m sure you can do better.”

she follows that brunettes moves and smiles as she hears how there other addresses her ❝ well, what can I say, i’m surprised ——- ❞  she takes a brief pause and leans in to whisper in her ear ❝ I swore you didn’t like me but maybe I can be converted to believing otherwise. ❞ flashing her usual charming smile, following the twirl. one of het hands rest on the others shoulder ❝ mean girl ? oh no, I think more brutally honest than anything else but I would try to compensate by offering you a drink, what do you say ?  ❞

Ophelia adored the other girl. She was the closest thing she had to family besides the mob. She was the one person who wasn’t her friend because of what she could do for her. Fallon loved Ophelia because she actually cared about her. And that was rare. “Look. I am all for having fun tonight, but I need you to promise me something.” Ophelia took the other womans hands in hers and made her face her. “If something goes on tonight…I need you to get out of here and go straight home okay? Lock your door and just wait for me to contact you in the morning.” Phi knew what was going to happen that night….what the announcement would bring. And the last thing she needed was to worry about her friend.

     It wasn’t rare that people would approach Liz in a quest to fund their most recent project. Perhaps the news hadn’t reached their ears that she hadn’t depended on her family’s money for over a decade – whatever the case, she took some pleasure in announcing the news herself. Second glass of wine in hand, Liz listened to the redhead explain rather broadly what her plans were, to which she responded with a chuckle. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that if I’m signing my name on your new place.” Fashion and culture, sure, was an appleaing combination, but the Holbrook last name ( and her first attached to it ) never came free of cost. “Why the two of us?” she pressed further – as far as she knew, both Mirela and her were in the art industry, so Fallon might be considering entering that world as well.

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Mirela asked for her second non alcoholic tres leches cocktail for the evening, both of her feet up in one chair as she seated waiting for the two ladies to approach the table. She was taking a sip from her glass while Fallon exposed why they were wanted for this little private gathering inside the gala. Her almond gaze followed Liz when she spoke, nodding lightly. Yes, it was a promising idea, a diamond in the rough. Mirela had heard Liz’s name and also about her projects in the industry. “When you said fashion and culture, the first thing I could relate to was the MET Gala. The concept to bring fashion and culture together is really a hit, even though most of those celebrities can’t even get the theme right”, she said with a roll of eyes and took another sip. The MET gala could be a hit among the celebrities, socialites, media and public in general, but it was a complete nightmare to the people encharged of organizing and make the event happen. “I’m with Liz, why us? It’s a promissing idea, but you’ll have to elaborate more, bring in some concepts and then maybe we can help you”, she told her friend. The idea of getting a business for her own was appealing, specially now with a baby on the way. She wanted to start building her own legacy. But she couldn’t be connected to anything that could tarnish her reputation.

this is what she does for a living, her father used to tell her that she could have been a lawyer if she really applied herself but she didn’t see the need to work, on her looks alone she could make more than she would if she had been sitting behind a desk. having these two ladies in front of her meant that she was already 80% in. 

❝ I understand, look the charming manor is a museum place itself. painting that have never seen the eye of another besides us and the people who have had visited our home. there is so much beauty in paintings and why not show the world that beauty can be caught in the most magnificent pieces.  ❞ art had been something she had admired for a long time but never dabbled in it, simply because she didn’t know enough of it until mirela introduced her to it. 

turning to mirela she gives her a small smile ❝ well, mirela and myself have been friends for a while and as for you ——- I love the fact of a woman in our world being able to stand by herself and make a name with your own hard work. sadly I haven’t been able to do what you did, maybe some day. ❞ she shrugs her shoulders and takes a sip of the drink in her hand. ❝ this could be big, we could make it out own mini met gala ——- I do have a suggestion. i took the subway. ❞ 

she looked at mirela  ❝ yes, I took the subway —— point Is there is just so much art and talent. I would love to show New York that there is more talent out there, more beauty and as far as my part, I’ve always wanted to create my own line of clothing and maybe if this turns out to be as successful as I plan it to be, we can all make a line together in the future. having the museum as well as clothing that can be purchased, I think this is an iconic duo and one that cannot be matched unless us three, do this together. ❞ she leans back and crosses her leg as she shakes her foot back and forth  ❝ I’m open for questions,  suggestions —— I have all my cards on the table, now it’s your turn. ❞ 

“I agree. There is no such thing as overdressed.” She chuckles lightly, nodding once at the younger woman before politely waving her off, “Oh, don’t worry about it! There’s nothing I understand more than the stresses of a campaign.” It’s basically her whole identity- she’s always campaigning, even when she’s ‘not,’ “I’m just glad you could make it, thank you.” She tells her before tilting her head to the side just a little, “So, what’s new with business? Anything to look forward to coming up?” 

the mayor was a woman with power and she was used to woman in power, she had a first exhibition of that at a young age. ❝ he said you would understand. ❞ part of her was happy that her father had been too busy to even pop his face around New York, he had a thing that he could notice what was off about her without even taking a second glance. ❝ oh please mayor, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, any chance to give back I’m here. ❞ of course she worked the gala around in her favor and her friends favor. ❝ well, actually. I’ve been informed that a new location has been up for grabs and I’m thinking about investing some money. ❞ she takes a sip of the drink in her hand as she turns over to Angelina ❝ maybe New York needs a little charming magic, don’t you think, mayor ? ❞ 

fallon was a lifesaver. After being held up at work, ophelia was cutting it close and didn’t have anytime to actually go in and get her make up done like she had wanted. sure she could do simple looks but for something as elegant as this, she needed something that popped. thankfully her best friend always had an entire vanity of make up somehow stashed in her purse at all times and saved the day. “you’re seriously a goddess. i had a whole plan to look nice and put together and we had a late party come in that I had to host.” 

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“Well… I am open to suggestions. Wanna avoid committing fashion crimes and all that.” Manuel jokes, taking the criticism in stride- he’s proud of his suit either way, he thought it was appropriate for the event and went well with Penelope’s look. The latter was and is, truthfully, more important to him. He chuckles, “I guess next time I’ll have to ask you for some pointers.” He allows her to lead them to the bar, holding up his glass with just the remnants of ice, “Uhhh, I’ve been doin’ rum and Cokes. Thinking about switching to not liquor though. What about you? What’s your poison, Fallon?” 

she slaps his arm playfully ❝ at caro mio, you certainly are a laugh. ❞ of course at this point fallon was as high as a fucking kite, the only way she could really rush through one of these events. nodding her head at his next set of words ❝ don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re looking like a million bucks. ❞ for her that’s how she intended to look everyday but then again some people chose the simpler life and one of those people was Miguel. somehow he made it seem quite easy. ❝ it’s a fun night but I’ll have a FRENCH 75, best thing you’ll ever have, promise you that. ❞ 

Angelina looked up, taking a sip of her fresh drink before replying with an open smile, “Fallon. Hello! Thank you. I do try. My team has good taste.” And a high budget, “You look wonderful yourself. What brings you to my corner of the room?” She teased, lifting her drink for another small sip. She assumed it was likely business related- or some sort of shop talk- it almost always was at things like this. Which was more than fine by Angelina. 

fallon smiles, adding a nod head as she hears the mayor speak ❝ well, coming from a proud fashionista, I definitely have to take a bow and thank you mayor, when a girl dresses up it’s either go big or go home. ❞ of course this was fallon kissing ass at its best but then again she wasn’t lying. ❝ just wanted to greet you and once again apologizing for my parents absence this afternoon, between my mother and Milan and my father campaign run for senator of california, they’ve been rather busy but I hope I can do them justice, just wanted to let you know that on behalf of the charming’s, you have our full support. ❞ 

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The whiskey tip is genuinely helpful, but it still elicits a laugh from Ludovica. “My mother used to put whiskey on my gums to stop me from crying as a baby. Maybe that’s why I turn to alcohol now when I’m upset.” It’s a joke, but one that makes her pause to wonder if that actually is why. She drops her lipstick back into her purse, a response catching in her throat at the mention of party favors. Ludo eyes Fallon, a playful smirk dancing across her lips. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” she croons, reaching for the tiny bag. Using her long nails as a small shovel, she scoops out a bump and snorts it before passing the bag back to Fallon. “Spoiling me, as always.” Ludo’s attention moves back to her reflection, scrutinizing her face for any white residue. “I think you should go for a one-night stand tonight. God knows I am – and you deserve a good orgasm far more than I do.”

a small chuckle ripples from crimson petals ❝ &. then they truly wonder why we’ve chosen our vices. ❞ for fallon it was pills and her angel dust that kept her at bay, she didn’t really believe in addictions ( but then again what addiction does ? ), she believed people had addictive personalities. as ludo finishes her bump, fallon takes the adorned little clip from her hair, releasing one stand of strawberry locks as she turns the clip, seeing it had a small shovel. she grabs a big scoop, lifting it up and taking a big whiff, she does the same action one more time and just as her friend had done, she fixes up her makeup and washed the clip, taking that same strand of hair and clipping it back. ❝ best purchase I have ever made. ❞ she says as a small chuckle elicited from her brims. ❝ that’s if any of these losers last long enough to give me one. ❞ she points out, while fixing herself up in the mirror. ❝ if anything I’ll just end up taking you home. ❞ she jokes, teasing the brunette beside her. 

You know when even the bartender gives you a look of concern as he pours coke into a crystal glass that you’re so far out of your comfort zone you could easily have landed on another fucking planet. Is looks right back at him with a raised eyebrow, nods as he takes his drink and walks away without uttering a word, grinning a little behind the rim of the glass. If the roles were inverted, he wouldn’t have kept his mouth his shut in front of a weird customer - and likely lost the job. Actually, that happened once, back when he was working two jobs plus a little something on the side for some extra cash.

Resuming his tour around the room, catching the eye of some ex-customers he recognizes, and thinking about socializing, because he promised he’d be here, not that he’d willingly chum up to snobs and politicians, flaming red brings him to a halt and for a second there he thinks - that’s not possible. Is doesn’t wait a second to reach the girl, smiling when they come face to face and she almost calls him something he hadn’t heard for too long. “Lookin’ good, Fall,” Is says, giving her an appreciative once-over, like no time has passed since the last time they saw each other.

Is laughs half-heartedly at the question, giving a dubious look at the party. “Y’know this ain’t my kind of pleasure, lady. But I think the night’s just become more appealing,“ he says, smile curling in a smirk. Despite everything that went down, Is never had a boring night in her company.

after everything hit rock bottom for fallon, so did she. nothing and nobody was safe around her, she became suicidal and the only thing that could keep her going was whatever pill or powered was aided to her. her parents took her choices into their own hands shipped her to a retreat ( that was rehab for fancy people ) and made everyone think all that she needed was a different view of life. 

his words echoed in her mind ; looking good fall. it seemed like something so normal for him, something so normal to her but that last time that they were in a room together she had said the most vile things to him, she had been coming down for a few hours and she needed something, anything but he had decided he wouldn’t supply her no longer ❝ you say that like you sound surprised, don’t I always look good ? ❞ 

she takes a sip of the drink in her hand ❝ is that so ? &. what has become more appealing about it ? ❞ she asked with a tilt of her head and quirk of her right brow 

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Angelina, he would correct again, but Julian has to remind himself not all are so sharp on their politics — and such is specially true with the demographic that often makes him feel old. “She would be heartless not to,” he tells Fallon. “But it’s me who’s the victim, don’t you agree? I would hate to be just the Mayor in your eyes.” 

“Milan,” he recalls. “I spent years in Italy, as a diplomat. My wife still hates that I speak the language.” The country, always a subject forbidden in the Berkeley household; it’d began as a joke, but now he isn’t so sure. 

There’s the key words, then: financial, and support. “Mr. Charming is always welcome into my office — despite the memory problems, I hope he hasn’t forgotten that yet.” He smiles. “You have my blessing, already. But for the sake of bureaucracy — tell me, what is it? I’ll pretend to consider it.” 

fallon walks around him, each step that she took calculated and she shakes her head as she bears his words ❝ oh please, governor. you’re much more than that.  ❞ she adds on with a small smile on crimson petals ❝ we all hold you to some great extreme. ❞ by we she of course meant herself as well as her parents.  ❝ such a beautiful language it is.  of course, I think I just might be biased being Italian born, Sicilian. ❞ she allows him to know, as if a sneak peek of who she truly was ❝ una bella lingua ❞

she lets a small chuckle escape her brims ❝ oh I am more than sure father hadn’t forgotten, he’s just been far too busy ——- even to visit his only daughter ❞ she puts the small detail but rapidly ushers it out. ❝ but I understand being senator doesn’t happen over night but we do expect you in winter for my parents renewal of their vows. ❞  she adds on walking forward, turning slightly and looking at her fellow governor 

❝ well, I’m thinking something that is lacking in the streets of New York ——— FASHION &. CLASS ; I have many vendors who would love to have their names in the streets of New York &. teaching our fellow peers about vintage, vivid and glorious art it’s simply too much of a good idea to pass up on. 

      sutton  always  prided  herself  on  her  ability  to  multi  task—  whether  it  was  multiple  assignments  or even  just  the  simple  holding  two  drinks  while  walking  through  a  crowded  room .  the  delicate dance  of  balancing  multiple  conversations  meant  that  she  would  nod  here  and  touch  of  an  arm there  to  make  sure  everyone  knew  that  they  were  being  heard .  however ,  sutton  was  not someone  that  was  so  easily  entertained  by  a  group  of  men  but  where  there  is  a  will,  there  is  a way  and  soon  enough  sutton  had  found  herself  in  the  middle  of  a  circle  .  laughing  at  awful  jokes and  nodding  when  they  tried  to  convince  her  that  she  needs  to  convert  seventy  percent  of  her  income  into  crypto  or  whatever  new  thing  was  trending  amongst  the  finance  bros  .

      it  was  only  when  the  strawberry  locks  of  a  friend  ,  did  sutton  finally  see  her  chance  at  escape  from  the  sausage  party  that  was  transpiring  .  smiling  when  she  felt  fallon  grab  her  arm  and  drag  her  away  from  the  men  ,  she  turned  to  look  at  the  young  woman  up  and  down  .  ❝  you  are  a  life  saver  ,  ❞  sutton  teased  ,  squeezing  the  woman’s  forearm  .

       ❝  .  .  .  bikini  burger  ?  ❞  sutton  giggled  ,  letting  herself  to  take  a  sigh  as  she  felt  another  laugh  slip  from  her  lips  at  the  woman’s  comment  about  money  .    ❝  i’m  sure  if  you  asked  they’ll  tell  you  that  they  put  all  their  money  into  some  crazy  investment  scam  ,  ❞  she  added  in  to  the  jesting  ,  ❝  to  what  do  i  owe  the  pleasure  ,  my  dear  ?  having  fun  this  evening  ?  ❞  

  fallon charming was exactly what her name detailed ; she was the perfect child of federiko &. claudia charming, though her father had a pure heart and had his reasoning behind every choice that he made. his mother was a completely different person, she was the hierarchy of the charming family, the one with the real choices were made. sometimes she wondered if she had a different mother she would be a different person but she couldn’t worry about that now, could she ? 

she shakes her head, with chocolate orbs rolling to the back of her head. ❝ please, you were literally gasping for air. all I did was help you reach the shore. ❞ she knew what it was like when she first had started her rounds trying to get people to donate money into her parents foundations, with time she got better, smarter. 

a small chuckle escaped her lips as she hears Sutton repeat her own words ❝ I’ve been watching too much SCREAM QUEENS  lately, Chanel Oberlin lives through me. ❞  maybe it wasn’t exactly something to be proud, since the protagonist was valid self centered rich girl but the similarities were there. ❝ please, they wouldn’t even dare try that with me, they know better than to try to trick a charming into some get quick rich scheme. ❞ she shrugs her shoulders at the brunettes inquiry ❝ what can I say, taking money from old geezers the highlight of my day. ❞ she says sarcastically of course.

excusing herself from the crowd, she makes her way to the femme ❝ i’m sorry to interrupt. sutton darlin’, ive been looking for you like crazy. i am so sorry gentlemen but i am going to have to steal her for a few seconds.  ❞ she adds with a small smile as she drags her friend away  ❝ all those men are after is a bunch of bikini burger ; DO NOT WASTE YOUR TIME. ❞ she says as she flips strawberry blonde locks over her shoulder.  ❝ plus they do not have any money to fall on --- you can tell, totally waste of time.  ❞ she says with a small sigh as she scans the brunette ❝ by the way, you look gorgeous, as always.  ❞