came in like a vision from the old west wind like a bright new dream that i was stepping in. i saw your face and i knew it was a sign and i still think about that moment all of the time. you know that i could never make this up. i found the reason i'm not giving up. i felt the fever and i knew he was mine. oh i'm gonna love you for a long time. and in the morning when i'm waking up, i swear that you're the first thing that i'm thinking of. i feel it in my body, know it in my mind. oh, i'm gonna love you for a long time.
open: @harcourtstartā // the observatory // midway through the party
tw: alcoholĀ
she felt warm, and maybe almost content, in a way, as she dropped her empty glass on a table, adjusting her violet baudelaire costume as she was walking through the room. it felt off putting, to be a little intoxicated and at a party after all this time. maybe she should leave? the loudness and the crowd of mostly strangers, the ornate decorations, it felt like too much, and she wasnāt sure how to feel about it. edi paused, eyes fixated on the exit as she debating her options.
this wasnāt her ideal situation, but she had come here, had made it this far into the night and she had promised herself sheād stay at least another hour still. so she set her sights at the bar, another drink at least helping pass the time. she walked with purpose, eyes locked on the bar as she moved, paying little attention to her surroundings. halfway to her destination, she bumped into someone, frustration coating her voice as she quietly snapped,Ā āwatch your step,ā at them.Ā āitās too crowded here,ā she muttered under her breath.
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as the night went on, it felt like the room was getting warmer and warmer. that might also have something to do with the amount of alcohol she had had; beatrice wasnāt a complete mess yet, but she was comfortably tipsy by now. her angel wings were beginning to feel heavy and unpleasant, but she wasnāt really sure where to stash them to keep something from happening to them. she would just have to deal with it. water would definitely help with the temperature situation, though.Ā
making her way back towards the bar, beatrice offered a smile or a wave to most people she passed by, making a mental note of who she should go back and talk to once she had something to drink. her eyes werenāt watching directly in front of her, so she didnāt have time to step back and avoid edi running into her. yikes.Ā āare you okay?ā she asked, ignoring the frustration in the otherās voice.Ā
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Where: inside the observatory by the drinks table/bar.
When: ~an hour into festivities.
Who: open @harcourtstartā
Gaia strode to the bar and helped herself to a drink, pouring a generous helping of whisky into a crystal tumbler. She remembered vague references to Holmesā preferred beverages, whisky being one of the few. She might as well embody the part she was playing. The bar pressed into the small of her back as she leaned against it, watching the other partygoers with detached interest, observations fluttering into her mind like pigeons coming home to roost without much effort on her part. She noted an argument brewing, unseen doe eyes, and the beginnings of deep intoxication.Ā
She felt rather than saw another person come to occupy the space at her side and glanced sidelong at them. āFind any ghouls in corners yet?ā she asked. āHalloween balls are always more entertaining when monsters drop by.ā
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the festivities were in full swing, and beatrice was having a lovely time. the music was great, and sheād had a good time catching up with everyone. sometimes, with differing schedules and interests, it could be hard to find time to see everyone in the society frequently, which made events like this so perfect. tipping her head back, she laughed at something one of her friends said, savoring the magic of the moment.Ā
noticing how parched she was becoming, bea excused herself to go pour a drink from the bar. she spotted gaia already lingering near it, and offered the other a small smile while she helped herself to a rum and coke.Ā āi wish,ā she sighed wistfully, glancing around the party.Ā āi saw a ghost once during my freshman year, and every halloween since iāve tried to find her again.ā she knew that wasnāt exactly what gaia had in mind, but beatrice couldnāt find it in herself to care.Ā āi like to imagine that she was a scorned lover who died from a broken heart after her true love left her for someone else. i didnāt get the chance to ask her before she disappeared, though.āĀ
in truth, it was likely just the shadow of her freshman year roommate returning to their room very late, but that was entirely unromantic. besides, harcourt was absolutely haunted. anyone could feel the presence of itās history lingering in the hallowed halls.Ā āwhat about you? are you enjoying the party?ā
Daniel had never celebrate halloween, never had been one to spend his money on a costume he would wear once in his lifetime. Such was the reason for his depressing garb. An overused black t-shirt and black corduroy jacket made his attire. How he had come into acquaintance with such dark fabric was beyond his comprehension, but still it suited the occasion.
The stranger. He was a stranger in many peopleās eyes, just as much as he was strange. Perhaps he really should have come as the clown, McDonalds must have created a childrenās book by now.
He stands at the bottom of the observatory, right on time for the event to start and silently berates himself for coming so early. Why hadnāt he learned? His hands idly wring the invitation until it becomes nothing more than a poor manās attempt to create origami. Uneasiness makes a home on his face as he battles with the idea of going in. He wished someone would make the decision for him.
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ever since she had joined the society two years ago, bea had looked forward to the annual halloween ball. it was by far the most magical time of the year. in fact, it was beaās third favorite holiday, behind valentineās day and christmas, both of which were her favorites just based on the warm, fuzzy feelings they provided. but the halloween ballĀ was an opportunity to see the rest of the society in a relaxed setting, something she loved. some of them could be so serious some times.Ā
straightening her angel wings, bea giddily walked towards the observatory, not really caring that she was early. being fashionably late was quite romantic, but she was far too excited for that today. just as she arrived at the building, though, she spotted daniel outside. he seemed a bit nervous, maybe? beatrice noticed his hands twisting the invitation, and the expression on his face.Ā
ādanny?ā she asked, touching his arm gently.Ā āare you okay?ā beatrice knew daniel well at this point - they were best friends, after all. likely, he was scared to go in, and while beatrice would never force him to go, she knew from time to time that he needed a little nudge to participate in things.Ā āwant to go inside?āĀ
introducing the lover . . . beatrice anderson-yamada
handwritten letters, reciting poetry in front of the class, the japanese art of kintsugi.
hey friends !! iām ash, iām 23, in the est and i use she / her pronouns !! iām so excited to rp with you all, your intros are amazing. iām writing beatriceĀ ābeaā anderson-yamada, aka the lover skeleton. iām really excited to introduce you all to her ! if you want to read her into bio / app, you can find that here
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full name: beatrice georgina anderson-yamada
nicknames: bea, tris ( for one terrible month after divergent became big...a lot of regrets there trust me), yamada
gender & pronouns: cis female & she / her
sexuality: bisexual / biromantic
major: first year grad student in creative writing with a concentration in poetry
zodiac: cancer sun
myers-briggs: enfp
hogwarts house: hufflepuff ( but fuck jk )
alignment: lawful good
favorite food: banana pancakes
favorite drink: sweet tea or margaritas
favorite movie: titanic
favorite book: pride and prejudice by jane austen
hometown: kitty hawk, north carolina
current residence: new york, new york ( when not at school ), harcourt institute
character inspo:Ā anne shirley ( anne of green gables ), jess day ( new girl ), guinevere beck ( you ), jo march ( little women ), juliet & romeo ( romeo & juliet )
history
tw: parental death, car accident, death, alcohol
alright iām gonna try to keep this brief because her app was on the longer end asljdasdj
beatrice was born in kitty hawk, north carolina. itās on the coast, so she is a lil beach babe. also still has a slight accent that becomes more prominent when sheās mad or drunk
her parents were star-crossed lovers who met in college. they had SUCH a meet-cute, and fell in love pretty quickly ( although they definitely had their flaws that bea doesnāt know about or acknowledge )
her mom was a rich kid from nyc whoās parents disowned her when she married beaās dad. they moved to north carolina to be near his mom, but she died when bea was three.
anyway, jackie ( beaās mom ) and alex ( her dad ) loved each other a lot, and they loved her to pieces. they were like the worldās best parents, and were such a close family growing up. beaās childhood was such a happy one honestly
but then when she was seven, her father died in a car accident. it was obviously very unexpected, and hit both bea and her mother very hard. but beaās mom was amazing and stepped up and raised her to the best of her ability. bea still felt loved and safe, even though she was of course sad and could see how sad her mother was.
she fell in love with fairytales and romance novels growing up. at some point she just...began to idolize her parentsā love and love in general. her parentsā love is untouchable in her mind - it was perfect. sheās always dreamed of a love like that.Ā
Ā in high school, bea sort of went chasing after love. she dated a lot, giving her heart to anyone who seemed like they might want it. beatrice also realized just how much she loved writing and reading poetry.Ā
when she was seventeen, her estranged grandmother ( jackieās rich mom ) called them and basically begged them to move in with her. her husband, jackieās dad and beaās grandfather, had died of a heart attack in the middle of the night and beaās grandmother just couldnāt handle being alone. so they packed up and moved to nyc.
beaās grandmother paid for her college. bea chose harcourt purely based on the romantic factor - it was very gloomy and beautiful when she toured. it didnāt take long to decide on english due to her love of writing.Ā
joining the society was like, the best thing to ever happen to her. she loves it so much. she takes it very seriously, and loves reading the old texts. she was initiated during junior year of undergrad, and decided to come back for grad school specifically because of that. now sheās a grad student getting a masters in creative writing with a concentration in poetry.Ā
head canons & personality
beaās all time literary crushes are gilbert blythe, mr. darcy, elizabeth bennet, jo march, and sydney carton from a tale of two cities. but honestly, she would throw it all away for gilbert blythe. did i mention she has big anne shirley energy ??
bea is immature in a lot of ways because she just sees the world through this rose-colored lens. she idealizes love and thinks that it must be so magical, but real love is messy and it can hurt sometimes. she thinks the love her parents had was just incredible, but honestly? they fought. they got angry at one another. there was a good portion towards the beginning of their relationship where jackie didnāt even want to acknowledge that she was dating alex because her parents wouldnāt approve. things werenāt simple or perfect, but i didnāt include that because thatās not how bea sees it. i would love for her to realize that the idea of love she has is a fantasy, and maybe even start to see her parents as real people and not just the perfect example of true love.
sheās a poet and she really is good. i think her work is sort of flowery now though, and could be better once she herself gets more depth. to me, sheās just floating above everything now, trapped in her own dream land of love and virtue and kindness. she needs someone or something to ground her back into reality.
when she was fourteen, she found one of her fatherās journals and itās her most prized possession. bea still keeps it with her. she brought it to college; itās on a shelf in her room right now.
she goes by bea or beatrice pretty evenly, honestly.
bea can be a bit dramatic at times. sheās definitely prone to finding things so romantic and then just going to extremes with it. and honestly, she has very high expectations that are unrealistic but good luck getting through to her.Ā
sheās so full of love honestly. love for others and a love for life. i think she just sees the world as this big romantic adventure, which can be both immature and refreshing at times ? again, sheās so naive but like, she has such a good heart.Ā
honestly at some point catch her getting a book of poetry published. sheās had a few poems published in literary magazines already, but i really think she has the passion and drive to get a whole book published. and honestly, i could see her doing some more work with prose at some point and maybe even writing a romance novel.Ā
overall, just a dramatic, loving queen who rarely gets upset. pretty optimistic in general. she never gives up on people; sheās absolutely someone you could call to come get you in the middle of the night if you were stranded.Ā
i donāt have a connections page yet, but iām so down to brainstorm some thingsĀ ! hit me up on discord if you want to plot !
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I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it ā to be fed so much love I couldnāt take any more. Just once.
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