"we'll be looking for sunlight or the h e a d l i g h t s till our
[ wide eyes ] burn blind. we'll be 𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 the ( s a m e ) shoes that
we've worn through to the
b o t t o m of the line"
Alyssa walked through the crowd, two drinks in her hands. She’d been at the beer booth about to order herself a drink when an older man had slid past the line and into the space beside her, close enough that she could smell the stench of stale cigarettes and beer on his breath. She looked less than amused as he smirked at her, tongue sliding along his veneers in a way she assumed he thought was attractive but she was pretty sure it activated her gag reflex. He’d hit the countertop twice, ordering the two of the more expensive beer on the menu, Alyssa doing little to stop him other than take a step to the side when he’d leaned into her. When the beers had come, Alyssa took them with a smile and a simple thank you, much to the man’s confusion. She had walked off quickly, losing herself in the crowd and only slowing when she spotted Benji’s familiar face. “Hey! Beer?” She stopped in front of him, hand outstretched and gently shaking the cup. “The best the carnival has to offer.”
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She hadn’t been expecting to run into Lana at the carnival. Well, she had, Lana seemed to pop up anywhere and everywhere, a butterfly gracing the dullest days. But the carnival was fairly big, and Alyssa would have assumed she’d be prancing around with various people, entertaining herself with booths and games and rides. Though right now she seemed mostly lost, wide eyes flicking from one side to another as though she were looking for someone, fingers jittery, legs bouncing almost like she was going to take off in a sprint at the slightest scare. Alyssa’s brows furrowed in worry, taking the few careful steps towards her ex. “Lana?” Her voice was loud, but not harsh, just enough to be heard over the music and crowd. “Hey, are you alright?”
Spotting Teddy was a godsend in the middle of the crowded house party, Alyssa slipping through dancing bodies until she reached him, hoping that the guy that had been following her saw and decided to leave her alone, though she knew it was a slim to none chance. “Help me I think this guy wants to wear my skin as a suit.”
The bartender – Russell, as she’d overheard a coworker referring to him as on many occasions – seemed to have a large appetite for a sweet smile. He turned to mush like a wax candle in the firing line of a blow torch, regretful expression rearing once he noticed the way Alyssa’s face furrowed. Bradley couldn’t help but scoff under her breath, resisting the urge to fake a wretch. She’d never been able to maintain a delicate persona for long, far too sharp around the edges to ever be mistaken as soft. “Pwease, sir. I’m Benjamin Buttoning. Thirstier, in my old age.” He shot her an eye roll before looking back at Alyssa. “I mean…” he trailed off, letting out a reluctant sigh. His eyes flit further down the bar, checking whether his manager was around to catch a slip up. “I’ll get in shit, if I… What can I get you?” came with a pointed lift of his eyebrows, wordlessly trying to convey that he’d let her order whatever Alyssa wanted, for the pair of them. “You’ll have to take the drinks to a table, though. Got CCTV up at the bar. If Ray catches her drinking shit, he’ll have my neck.” Perching her chin on the stoop of her palm, Bradley studied him with a vaguely amused expression. “By the neck? Zoo wee mama. Kinky. Is there a red room, in the back, or..?” Not even giving him a chance to speak once he’d opened his mouth, she straightened and slapped the counter-top. “One of her drinks is gonna be… A vodka, I think. With ice. Slap a few cubes in there and Bob’s your uncle. Promise not lob one at your forehead, again. Scout’s honour.” She gave a firm salute, face serious. He ignored her with a sigh. “And you…? Can I get a name, too, maybe?” At the shy beginning of a smile on his face, Bradley let out an exasperated “Jesus…” below her breath. “Yeah, because that’s fucking likely.”
When the man’s expression went from one of indifference to one of genuine regret at not being able to give her what she wanted, Alyssa knew that she had him. The same smile that got her the tips she lived off of tended to work off stage as well, especially in these moments now, with Bradley making snide comments off to the side. Under the bar, Alyssa placed a gentle hand atop of her friend’s, fingers curling around the other’s in a silent plea to let her sweet talk him into allowing her a drink. Her comments hadn’t seemed to turn him off to the idea of letting Alyssa order for them. She nodded sympathetically at his warning, about to order when Bradley cut her off, a soft sigh escaping her even as an amused smile played at the corner of her glossed lips. The man seemed to be ignoring Bradley in favor of staying on Alyssa’s good side, the cerulean haired girl giving him a bright, flirtatious smile when he asked for her name. At Bradley’s words, she gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Just a vodka cranberry,” she didn’t quite feel like blacking out tonight. “And my name is Lola.” The ease of her tone was believable enough, and she’d gotten used to using different names with various unfavorable men. The bartender’s shy grin widened at the seeming lack of rejection, and Alyssa continued to portray the girl he seemed to enjoy. She was all but batting her lashes at him, teeth catching her lower lip in a bashful smile before he turned to walk down the bar to fix their drinks, Alyssa dropping the facade and turning back to Bradley. “You’ve got to stop with the projectiles. Not every man will bend to my charm,” she chides, pulling her hand away to adjust her top slightly lower than it had been. “Good job on the manager, though, that guy’s an ass.”
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Hopping up to take a seat on a bar stool at Green Buzz, Bradley had been about to order a drink before the guy serving gently shook his head, lifting a finger and tapping twice at a poster tacked between the bottles. Surveillance screenshot on it blurry, you could only just make out a black mass lobbing something at a carefully parked Volvo, mess halfway through splattering the windshield. Beneath, the words read ‘DO NOT SERVE THIS GIRL. THREW SPAGHETTI BOLOGNESE ON MANAGER’S VEHICLE. MINCE STUCK IN WINDSCREEN WIPERS FOR TWO WEEKS AND COUNTING’. Bradley let out a scoff, trading a glance sideways at the person besides her. “Wow. Can you believe that? I’m literally being framed.” A lie. “Banned from even ordering a pint of milk. It’s like they want my bones to be brittle. They want me to snap, like a Twiglet. So sadistic. Baby just needs some calcium.”
Sitting down beside her friend at the bar, Alyssa watched as Bradley was denied the chance to order her drink, eyes drifting to the poster the bartender pointed at. Her hand came up to cover the laugh she let out when she saw Bradley’s silhouette on it, shaking her head. That’s where she had gone the last time they’d decided to come to this bar. She knew it wasn’t just an innocent smoke outside. “Clearly this all a plan from the app to get your bones brittle enough to overpower your throwing arm.” She leans onto the counter, crossed legs bouncing slightly as she watched the bartender’s eyes roll, shoulder shrugging with a mock apologetic look on his face. “Not even one little drink? We came all this way, we’ll even make amends if you’d like. Though, that’s not my friend on the poster. She’s got a little fan that likes to run around in cosplay of her. Some real Single White Female shit.” She shakes her head, feigning sadness and worry. “Won’t you have a heart and let my friend have a drink in this trying time?”
ROUND 3 hello this is alyssa she’s one of my oldest muses ( as in i made her in like 2012 nd just kept dragging her out of her grave whenever i get the urge to use halsey as an fc )
TRIGGER WARNING: ptsd, domestic abuse, suicide attempt, age gap (not by much but she was still a minor when he turned 18), bullying, harassment, stalking
► APPLICATION
CISFEMALE — ever hear people say ALYSSA ROMANA looks a lot like HALSEY? I think SHE is about 22, so it doesn’t really work. The EXOTIC DANCER has lived in Livingstone for 2 YEARS. They can be +CUNNING, but they can also be -GUARDED. I think ALYSSA might be SHEEP.
► GENERAL INFORMATION
full name: alyssa juliette romana
nickname(s): lyss, lyssy, lyssa
date of birth: july 22 1996
gender: cisfemale
nationality: american
heritage: black/white
spoken language(s): english
occupation: stripper at a club just outside town
religion: agnostic
sexuality: bisexual
► APPEARANCE
face claim: halsey
height: 5’1”
dominant hand: right
hair color: naturally dark brown, currently blue
eye color: hazel
scars: scraped knees from childhood falls, a scar just inside her hairline from an accident during a party
tattoos: many tbh.... they’ll probs be in her board once i’m done with it
► BACKGROUND
hometown: blue ridge, georgia
current residence: a small apartment
education level: high school graduate, currently taking college classes
familial connections: alexa romana ( mother ), clayton romana ( father ), clayton romana jr. ( older brother ).
romantic connections: open!
platonic connections: open!
hostile connections: open!!
plots: clickity click ( under construction )
► AESTHETICS
leather jackets, cigarettes, sunflowers and roses, body art, vinyls, soft pink, the darkest black, oceans, sunsets, moonlight, sitting on rooftops until the sun rises, nude lipsticks with darker lip liner and smudged day old eyeliner, colorful hair, scraped knees, slurpees, neon lights reflected in puddles on tarmac
► BIOGRAPHY ( SORT OF )
she’s probably one of the sweetest girls you’ll meet but she’s fiercely protective, think momma bear tbh
if she cares about you she truly cares nd will make sure that you’re always comfortable with her
she seems happy and just your typical party girl honestly and she sort of is. she hates starting drama but she doesn’t hesitate to defend her friends even if it means slapping an ex in the middle of a crowded bar or throwing down at a party when someone is acting out of line tbh shes a ride or die
loves to drink, loves to party, loves to smoke, is always up for fun times and adventures
she has this way about her that makes people believe that anything they say is important. she loves when people are enthusiastic about something and takes a deep interest in what theyre saying even if she’s got no idea or personal interest in the topic
loathes stupid, entitled men and doesnt waste her time on them
that being said she’s bisexual as hell
some more serious points now
when she was 14 she met an older guy, a junior when she was a freshman, and while it was good to start and he was nice, it began to change after a few months
with it being her first relationship, and him being her first everything, she wasn’t sure what to do when he started to change, so she kept quiet and internalized his abuse for years until she couldn’t take it anymore and made an attempt on her own life. she suffers now from ptsd.
no one knew really how he was with her until her attempt, attributing her change in personality to basic teen angst since she was still developing when she met him
he was punished when she spoke out about it, but unfortunately, it was only for a couple of years, and there were people in town that didn’t believe her and some even in her school that tried to make her life miserable.
as soon as she could she booked it out of town, first attending a uni in florida for a time.
there she decided to reinvent herself, she dyed her hair, she got a few tattoos, she even built a cam girl persona online, figuring if she was going to become new, some income from it would be nice
being a cam girl wasn’t something she thought hard about, she mostly just knew to keep it hidden from her parents, although the sudden income would be something hard to hide, she managed
however, a few students from her school found her via a website that had uploaded a few of her clips and shared it around
she wasn’t ashamed, but the unwanted attention reminded her far too much of her hometown after the trial.
more than a few times she found weird notes taped to her door, compliments of an ‘admirer’ she later got a restraining order for, and more than a few times did boys intentionally cross her boundaries, thinking her line of work meant she would be open to things she definitely wasn’t.
when she came to livingstone, she moved without a word to anyone, completely shedding her old persona once more, deleting and reporting as many of her clips as she could, putting her online persona to rest and finding a job at a local strip joint, as well as enrolling in a few classes at gifford to pass the time and slowly work on a degree
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