gwendolyn 'gwen' bacalso-coughlan, 23 years old, senior at langston, sister of many, single;; you should see me in a crown, i'm gonna run this nothing town! watch me make 'em bow, one by one by one, one by one by; you should see me in a crown, your silence is my favorite sound, watch me make 'em bow, one by one by one, one by one by one! count my cards, watch them fall, blood on a marble wall, i like the way they all scream.
open to anyone who isn't benson boone.
where franklin & brown antiques, chilling with the original m3gans.
IT'S PART OF THEIR WHOLE THING. finding new things about themself during this excursion, knowing full well that experiences shape the mind or whatever lea michele said when it came to method acting and drawing emotions out during scenes. bryce is pretty good at that already, he thinks, but the idea of it remains the same: explore, go meet new people, do new things and it will all come back to you twicefold. or something. maybe reading pinterest quotes about changing your life isn't the way to go about this. but here they stand, head tilted in matching fashion like zodiac to observe a doll behind glass. if nothing less, it is creepy. there's a small card – DO NOT FUCK WITH THE DOLL. SHE WILL KILL YOU. not quite word for word, but bryce gets the sentiment. “do you think they're actually haunted, or is this some kind of tourist thing?” frowns at the thought. why would dolls be haunted? they're creepy and a little ugly, but they still deserve love! unless they're actually going to kill them. zodiac stands, bored, blearily staring up at the person next to them now. his hands, shake, a bit as they sign – out of fear of talking to someone or out of fear of the doll remains unclear. @langstonstarters
gwen has always been one for trying new things, especially when it has more or less to do with her major. ever since she was young, she has always loved anything medieval, and whenever she visited the antique store, she loved making up scenarios in which some of her favorite fairytale characters, either from the medieval period or the period in which her grandparents were born, would use these items. maybe it was because she was also a theatre kid at heart, but she often liked acting out these scenarios as well, and only a select few truly understood her without judgment. as she finished her last act, as one would call it, she quickly stumbles upon the creepiest thing she has ever seen at a place like this. usually, she wasn't scared of many things, but something about this doll made the hairs on her neck stand up. "haven't you heard of anabelle or chucky? of course it's haunted!" she reassured the other, trying her best not to even get close to the doll. "i suggest you get as far away from that little shit as possible, unless you want her spirit haunting you in your dreams." she added, trying her best not to scare the other, but also trying to explain it to them as thoroughly as possible.
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it isn't exactly how he'd imagined he would be spending his birthday eve — stuck at a surprise party in some pulsing, low-lit club in bath, hosted by two of the most insufferable people he knows. who, for some inexplicable reason, seemed far more excited about him turning twenty-six than anyone else. luckily, he had managed to lose dumb and dumber in the crowd at some point during the night, managing to finally, finally rip the godawful "birthday boy" sash off of his body as he weaved through the crowd, empty pleasantries exchanged with familiar faces in the crowd as he looked for a way out.
salvation comes in the form of a flickering exit sign hidden somewhere in the back, leading out towards a dingy yet quiet alley. it's only when the door closes behind him, muting the pulsing beat and the rush of the crowd, that he finally lets out a deep exhale, a small fuck uttered under his breath. disdainful gaze falls upon the sash, still clutched tightly in his hand. "you got a light or something? thinkin' i might burn this. "
it was odd to find the young woman in bath; she seldom tended to leave the confines of her dorm, unless it was for a night out on the town with her friends in celebration of finishing all of their assignments on time. however, after receiving an invite, she knew she couldn't pass this up, especially since she was rarely ever invited to much of anything at all. maybe it's because she's a bit of an introvert, but if it had been her friends that had set up such an extravagant celebration for her birthday, she probably wouldn't talk to them for weeks. she could truly only imagine how the birthday boy had felt in a time like this, it's not like she could read his mind or anything.
trying her best to make it through the crowd full of partygoers, she was finally able to make it through a quiet alleyway. unable to hear the loud music that blasted through the speakers, she finally felt like she was at peace. this was the last time she agreed to leave her dorm with her friends, she wasn't sure she'd be able to take these emotions all over again. "all i have is a vape, it's the only thing i smoke."
Nico sat with his knees hugged to his chest, Nick Cave playing softly in his ears and his unfinished assignment laid out in front of him. Pen clutched in his newly healing hand he continued scratching away at the poem he was working on for his creative writing class. He worked better in his dorm but that was no longer an option due to...circumstances. His roomie had banished him, understandably, from the room when he'd apparently hissed at him like a feral baby raccoon and thrown an box of open cereal at him. In his defense he hadn't had his coffee yet and this assignment was stressing him out. Sue him. He stopped mid pen stroke when he felt another presence nearby and realized that there was someone behind him. And they had apparently been speaking to him without him realizing. "Sorry. What was that?" He asked pulling out an earpod and turning to look at them.
Gwen felt like she had been working on this assignment for her next class for ages; she desperately needed the break. As she tried putting some of the finishing touches on her assignment, she could feel the lids of her eyes closing, but she was quick to catch herself. God, if she had some water on her right now, she'd probably have to dump it all on her head to stay awake. It was no surprise to many to see the young girl outside of her dorm; she had always felt more inspired whenever she was outside, rather than in her dorm. Not only that, but if she had decided to do this assignment in her dorm, she would have for sure fallen asleep by now. As she made her way to her newfound study area, she couldn't help but notice she wasn't the only one there, and that's when her eyes landed on the box of cereal in the other's hand. She had forgotten to eat breakfast this morning, something she tended to do whenever she was trying to meet the deadline of her assignment, and she could feel her stomach grumbling. "I was just wondering if you were going to finish that?" She asked the other, pointing to the box.
WHERE: either dining hall.
WHO: anyone ready to shit on the lack of flavor in england.
"do you think they'll serve something with FLAVOR anytime soon or should i risk expulsion and sneak into the kitchen myself?" exasperated & hungry, they were at the end of their rope with this -- one of the battles they fought daily since attending school here was the lack of seasonings in the food. despite the fact that riley had the palette and diet of a ten year old, they still weren't able to get over how tasteless and bland the food in england was as a whole. they had even gone so far as to make a petition getting some of his fellow st. cutherbert's to sign it. however, some of them simply didn't know any better – he was convinced it was some verison stockholm syndrome. "it's like they could fuck up a piece of toast over here. CRAZY WORK. at least langston would get us artisan toast. definitely… experimental -- yes -- but they tried. " (@langstonstarters)
"i think you should do the second one, for sure. i doubt that they'll serve anything edible for lunch today, honestly, they haven't done that in like 10 years or so." gwen reassured the other, a small chuckle escaping the younger girl's lips as a result. it was one of the many reasons why she brought her lunch instead of paying for the ones on campus, especially after the horrible experience she had on her first day at the school when she was but a small freshman. if she wasn't as broke as she was, she would probably order a classic new york pizza from back home and have it delivered to the school, but that was almost impossible to do here, so she simply settled for the food she had in her dorm. "makes me miss the food from back home, to be honest, nobody told me english food would be like this." she added, wishing she had some food from back home right about now.
── ( malia pyles. 23. cis woman. she/her. ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen GWENDOLYN “GWEN” BACALSO-COUGHLAN anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of what’s my age again? by blink-182 last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to LANGSTON - i think they’re a SENIOR studying MEDIEVAL STUDIES & MUSICAL THEATRE? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re INTELLIGENT & HARDWORKING and a VIRGO. last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO BECOME THE FIRST FEMALE PRESIDENT last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, STUBBORN & UNPREDICTABLE, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by rabbithole, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye! / as penned by v. 23. she/her. pst.
basics:
full name: gwendolyn jeanine bacalso-coughlan
nicknames: gwen, gwenny
gender: cis woman
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: pansexual
aesthetics: the smell of lavender, her hair in a messy bun, a disorganized notebook, and handwritten letters
age: twenty-three years old
date of birth: august 20, 2001
zodiac sign: virgo
residence: the carnelian dorms with her roommate, summer miller
occupation: works part-time at the campus coffee shop
appearance:
height: 5'3"
build: slim
eyes: dark brown
hair: dark brown
piercings: the usual piercings, as well as a nose piercing
personality:
traits: intelligent, stubborn, motherly, and impulsive
labels / tropes: the benevolent, the polymath, the opulent, and the sovereign
likes: reading, hanging out with friends, watching trashy reality tv, and drinking
dislikes: bullies, fake people, liars, and cheaters
fears: losing those that she loves, snakes, and spiders
hobbies: reading, watching trashy reality tv, drinking, and studying
family:
biological mother: amelia smith, 39, lawyer
biological father: xavier carmichael, 40, famous movie director
adoptive mother: name tba, age tba, occupation tba
adoptive father: name tba, age tba, occupation tba
siblings: marijoy, zafer, and junie bacalso-coughlan
biography:
gwendolyn jeanine bacalso-coughlan was born in miami, florida, on august 20, 2001, as the only child of young parents, amelia smith and xavier carmichael, who had the child when they were still relatively young themselves, at 17 and 18 years old, respectively. due to this, it was no surprise to many when the young couple decided to put up their beautiful baby girl for adoption, especially since they knew they could never afford to make ends meet or that their parents would ever approve of them having a child so young either.
from the minute gwen was born, she was ripped from her young mother's arms and taken to a local adoption agency near the hospital she was born at and not long after, the young baby girl was adopted by her new parents and moved to the phillipines with them, where they reside. however, even though they weren't her biological family, she had come to know them as such, as she never truly knew who her biological family was until she was about 15.
for the first few years of her life, all gwen knows is joy. when she wasn't playing with her multitude of siblings at home, she was in her mother's arms as she read her and her siblings a bed time story almost every night. it was truly a wonderful time to be in, not having to worry about anything other than the pure joy she felt whenever she was with her family, but all good things must come to an end at some point. when her mother's health falters; when the chemotherapy tries to suction the warmth away from her tanned skin and plump cheeks and wide, bright eyes, it was as if her entire world has come crumbling down. her father tucks her into bed each night, but it just didn't feel the same, as she cried herself to sleep almost every night, calling out her mother's name. despite all this, her mother still laughs, even when the hospital room becomes her home and gwen wonders if her mother knows that it could be the end for her.
the love in their family only intensifies after the funeral; grief in it's rawest, truest form - hugs that linger for too far long, never a moment alone; fresh flowers each morning that appear like magic atop their doorstep. the feeling never goes away - the grief, the heaviness in her chest - but as they grow older, it's her mother's smile that reflects back at her inside the mirror. her warmth is still there, still alive - inside her, inside all of them.
after her mother's death, her father was finally able to find love once more in the next five years, which resulted in gwen and her siblings moving to the states upon their marriage. despite being born here, gwen barely remembers anything about the states and it was almost as if she had been here for the first time, she felt like a fish out of water.
upon moving to new york after her father remarries, gwen attends langston university with her newfound family, where she studies medieval studies and musical theatre. here at langston, she feels like she can freely express herself without being judged, and she puts all of her emotions inside her performances. it was one of the only ways she knew how not to miss her mother as much as she did when she was younger and also while at langston, she can find out more about her biological family and why they had decided to give her up so quickly, although she knew that it'll only cause her much more heartbreak.
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