"it looks like . . . you're gonna die in seven days." noa has her tarot cards laid out in front of her although the reading wasn't even being properly. a bright grin spreads across her features as she quickly pulls them back into their stack. "kidding. you know i don't do readings after hours. and anyways, if you died then i'd find a way to bring you back even if you were stuck to be an annoying zombie forever." reaches forward and touches the other's nose before putting the cards back in their box.
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〝 is this what you guys are gonna do all week, play video games? this is what you did back home too ––– you should get out more. italy is full of fine ass people to choose from. 〞
LOCATION: the old haunt, the bar
FOR: open! ( 0/3 )
WHAT FEELS DIFFERENT ABOUT this particular gig? she isn't quite sure. her relationship with music had become far less complicated over the years, but the guilt, the pain, the regret still clung to her. it gripped to her shoulder, nearly froze her in her tracks. regardless, as the curtains fall her feet carry her in the direction of the old haunt -- still clothed in her performance gown. the only part of the ensemble that may appear even remotely casual was the leather jacket draped over her shoulders. frankly, she couldn't help but wonder what the other patrons must be thinking of her. she got stood up. that one has a story. regardless, she keeps to herself. not a single word uttered between her perfectly-glossed lips, except for a simple martini order before returning to her silence. with a nod of appreciation, she takes a sip -- noticing someone looking to her out of her peripheral. being a paranoid woman made her external vision strong as could be. she places the glass back on the table, not yet turning. " i know what you're thinking. " she eventually speaks, gaze eventually during to face her onlooker. " gee, she looks pretty dolled up to be spending time in a dive bar. " after pausing, she continues. " it's quite alright, i would be too. "
do you hear LIKE THE MOVIES BY LAUFEY playing? oh, that must be NOA BENNETT breezing by. i don’t know if you recognize them, but they look like DANIELLA TAYLOR to me. i heard that SHE has been in town for TWENTY-ONE YEARS, which is crazy considering they are TWENTY-SIX years old. yeah, they live over on OCEAN AVENUE, and i heard that they work as a PROFESSIONAL MATCHMAKER ( OUT OF TOWN ). i love that they remind me of THE CLICK OF HEELS ON MARBLE FLOORING, LIPGLOSS APPLIED IN THE CAR MIRROR, A PERFECTLY TIED BOW IN HER BLOWN-OUT HAIR, A PYJAMA SET FOR EVERY MOOD, DIET COKE IN A WINE GLASS, but … ugh, their playlist is so weird. why is HEY LADIES in the queue?
full name : noa bennett
birthplace : hudon valley, new york
birthday & zodiac : march 13th, pisces
parentage : talia bennett, anthony bennett ( adoptive )
sibling(s) : two ( adoptive )
pets : two blue russian cats named coco & donatella
occupation : founder and ceo of heartstrings matchmaking business
relationship status : single
gender identity : cis female ( she/her )
sexual orientation : heterosexual
backstory.
tigger warnings include : child neglect, adoption, infertility.
life begins in california. noa doesn't remember anything about her birth parents, only knows that they didn't care for her the way parents are supposed to, resulting in her being taken out of their care by the time she was three years old. six months later she stumbled into a grand home in upstate new york, met the people she would later call mom and dad. the bennett’s were a unique couple who met on a 90's dating show, lucky enough to find something that stood the test of time. talia would later go on to become a casting director, building a career behind the scenes of television and independent film. anthony, on the other hand, took a quieter path. after earning his mba from columbia, he stepped into the world of high finance, eventually taking over the bennett group, a hedgefund quietly founded by his father decades earlier.
life in the bennett household was hectic at times, but filled with love in its own little way. as she grew older, noa found herself forming a closer bond with her father. she would sit with him on busy work days, helping him keep everything organized, making sure that he managed to fit in time to eat. while her mother never quite understood noa's exuberant ways, her father always encouraged her to let them flourish. from him, she learned how to run a business, how to stay at the top of her game, and most importantly, that she could do anything she put her mind to.
noa never took full notice of how distant she was from her mother until her pre-teen years, a time when a girl needs her mother most. every interaction felt like she was burdening her mother with questions, almost like she didn't care much for her daughter at all despite the clear love they held for one another. noa simply put it down to the fact that they were two very different people with very different interests. but despite how she ignores the tension, it is something that pains her. a bond she’s always hoping will eventually come.
the family moved to ciderpoint when noa turned five, two years after her official adoption. as she grew, it became clear very quickly that fashion was a natural calling for her. days were spent putting together outfits, creating her own catwalks, and learning every fashion trend known to the world. she could often be found mastering the use of the sewing machine her father had bought her for her birthday, creating looks that matched her personality. for most of her life, fashion was the plan.
throughout high school, she excelled in popularity, someone people naturally found themselves wanting to be around. the it girl, in a lot of ways. but never the mean one. things didn't change much once she left for college. she majored in business because her father told her it was good to have something to fall back on, while she minored in fashion and worked at a chic boutique on the weekends. upon graduating, noa landed an internship at a well-known fashion magazine. during this time, she learned the tricks of the trade, attended events little her could only have dreamed of. while she loved every second of it, something was missing. noa realized she didn't want to work for someone else, she wanted to work for herself.
setting her friends up on dates was something she had been doing since high school, and to people's surprise, she always seemed to know who would hit it off based on compatibility methods she created herself. she soon took the risk of setting up her childhood dream ( that she assumed could never be a reality ) of finding people's perfect match. soon, her business was booming. matchmaking was her calling, but fashion was always in her being. finding a way to have both was a revelation. while her business boomed, so did her fashion socials.
however, the matchmaker doesn't have the same luck when it comes to finding her own true love, and sometimes she wonders if cupid's curse is to only see love through other people's eyes. but hope never fades, a hopeless romantic at heart she clings to the idea of love at first sight, or a chance meeting that will change life as she knows it.
NOA HAD A RATHER complicated relationship with her life's work. music was all she knew. however, since she'd entered death -- playing had felt like freedom. there was no one looking over her shoulder, no one reminding her that because of her talent, the world would always be out to get her. instead, she was now surrounded by people who made her feel safe. why couldn't she have met people like adelaide, who was sweeter than sugar -- while she was alive? she could see it now, just how much emptiness that would have been excersized from each regimented day.
she remembered the first time adelaide had come up to her as clear as day -- to tell her that her music made her see something. quite frankly, it had taken some time for noa to become less suprised by the residents of portum, for she had once been nothing more than a mortal woman. going about her life, establishing a career. the only reason why she was here was because her life was cut short. and the worst part? they didn't know by who, or why. while she had been a prodigy, a mind above the rest -- a fixture for individuals to need from.
the teakettle whistles on the stove, bringing noa back to reality as she realizes she's been hyperfixated on it. watching the steam billow. with an oven mitt on one hand, she carries the kettle to the living room, where a coaster and two sets of china are waiting. in her other, mitt-less hand? a selection of tea bags. " i wasn't sure what would be to your liking, my dear, so i brought the whole basket. " while noa's smile may be small, it's completely genuine. the people she's met here make smiling far easier than it used to be. " give the kettle a moment to rest, the last thing i want is for you to burn yourself. "
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LOCATION: rosie's diner, corner booth
FOR: ender jackson
NO TRANSITION IS EVER easy. a transition into death on earth, however? there was no other kind of pain like it. while the rest of the earth turns, your world is still stationary. portum was a solace. a place where you could start fresh, turn the page -- even if you wanted to continue writing the rest of your story. an involuntary chapter. she had over a decade to pick up the pieces. and while she had spent most of that in isolation, a pariah when she wasn't performing -- she had come around to the idea of being a mentor, of sorts. offering care without being too forceful. perhaps one of the first things she had noticed about the younger woman, was that she was far more confident than she. but, where they were certainly similar -- they were both protective souls. fighting for their afterlives to keep from getting hurt again.
while she waited for ender to arrive, noa found herself fixated on her tea. coffee had always made her far too anxious -- leaving her hands shaking like a pair of leaves in the wind. the other woman makes her presence known before she even enters the room. the power of her confidence is palpable. it takes her a moment for her to stand, placing the bottle of honey on the table before doing so. " it's good to see you, ender. " she smiles gently. she isn't quite sure if the other woman is open to hugs yet -- therefore she makes no movement to potentially push the boundary. " order whatever you like. it's on me. "
"do you always have to touch everything?" noa lets out a sigh as they reach over and pluck the haunted doll from the other's grasp. she sets it back on the miniature wooden chair before turning attention towards the other. "very haunted. very much likes her space. plus, we're just here to grab my purse. that's it." noa had somehow managed to slip out the door on their way out without it. it's not very surprising given how easily things seem to slip her mind. even more so these days.
" i'm not crying. " except she is. evident by the sniffles and the way she reaches to delicately wipe away tears before they land on cheeks. " there's something in my eye. " ft. @nepotizm
