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poppy drayton & she/her / cisfemale β· watch out , π΅πΈπ½π»π΄π πΌπΎπΎππ΄ has crash-landed into roswell !! they look thirty and celebrate their birthday on february 4th. they are from roswell, new mexico, reside in lunar crescent and are currently working as a fashion designer. one thing you should know about them is that she has recently disappeared from the media in order to find peace not only within herself, but within her family. β· ( tay, she/her, 21, est )
finley helena moore: the textbook definition of middle child syndrome. the third in a family of five, finley knew that perhaps sheβd have to fight a little bit harder to be seen. to be seen, she had to have her thing. her thing from the moment she could get her hands on any old clothes, was clothes. her mother taught her how to sew when she was quite young and from then on, whatever she could get her hands on any kind of fabric she was constantly creating, revamping. it wasnβt hard to notice that she had an eye for it too. by fourteen she carried a notebook with sketches on every page, loose papers practically spilling from the cover. finley was a young woman with the top fashion schools in her sights and she would do anything to get there.
her family didnβt come from much, but it was clear how much they truly cared for each other. there are times where finley hates herself for believing that she was meant for bigger and better things than roswell, considering her parents had spent their lives trying to create the best life that they could laurel and oliver moore truly loved their children, no matter what their setup in tripps trailer park told the materialistic snobs.
everything seemed okay, at least, until the divorce. oliver made the decision to start a new life by moving across the country, taking the middle children with him. it wasnβt like finley really resisted: her father was getting her out of a town where she felt trapped. everything good in life comes with a price, doesnβt it? finley didnβt expect it to be her own family.
a full ride to the fashion institute of technology and a life-changing mentorship later, finley was waiting her turn to shine by working under some of the biggest names in the fashion world. her first collection managed to hit a runway shortly before she turned twenty-five, her second by twenty-seven. the best part? everyone couldnβt stop talking about the name moore. finley ate it up. the success of the collections made her millions of dollars, allowing her to move from her college apartment to a swanky penthouse within the year. there she was, surrounded by everything she could ever want, finally in the career she had dreamed of since she was a child... but she was alone. everyone that had come into her life since her first collection hit the runway was clearly after her money and no one truly took the time to truly know her. finleyβs siblings were in who knows whereΒ and in a way, she felt ashamed to reach out when she had spent so many years fueling dry conversation. knowing how she shut her family out when she finally became successful is perhaps what sheβs even more ashamed of.Β
when she heard that her mother had fallen ill, finley knew that going home was the right thing to do. she currently owns two properties: her nyc penthouse and a quaint little home ( well, to her now itβs quaintΒ ) home in lunar crescent. while she knows that she canβt force herself back into her family, the longer it takes, the more it eats her up.Β
her collections are still very successful, but the fashion world is starting to wonder if finley moore is ever coming back. the worst part is: not even she knows.
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Sebβs head cocked to the left at her words, truthfully he could understand entirely where she was coming from as he was sure theyβd all had a moment or two at some point in their life that was similar. He certainly had done.Β βI get it. I really do,β he answered with a nod of his head. Then, giving it a moment, he dropped the cloth heβd been wiping tables with into his apron pocket out of the way, and then asked,Β βWhat can I get you today? We were pretty busy earlier, but thereβs still a lot of stuff left in the cabinet.β
had finley been crying? no comment. certainly after everything her mind had endured over the time that she had been home, she was surprised that she hadnβt let her emotions go until only about twenty minutes earlier in her car.Β βi just.. made a choice i canβt take back. and now itβs kind of biting me in the ass. but at the same time.. it was for the betterment of myself? i donβt fucking know, iβm sorry.β she let out a rather aggravated sigh. her face softened as she looked back at him. the last thing he had expected probably was listen to her vent. βiβm sorry, could i get a coffee of some kind please? and salad?βΒ
finley couldnβt even begin to put into words how thankful she was to have her eldest brother here. being back around her siblings wasnβt something she was entirely delighted about -- more out of her own shame than distain for them. when she had enrolled in the fashion institute of technology, the two had gotten back into contact and she knew she was all the better for it. to have someone real in her corner who just wanted to see her succeed was grounding amidst the chaos of employees, managers, hairstylists.. everyone. she didnβt know just how grounded he was now that they were back in roswell, back with their siblings and back with the moments in this town that they both had left behind.
the crashdown didnβt seem as populous today thankfully, perfect for her to have a quiet discussion about just how quickly their lives were changing -- or hers at the very least. finleyβs head couldnβt stop spinning and more than ever, she needed her older brother. her grounding force.Β
βwyatt!β she called out with a gentle smile, placing her jacket beside her in the booth before standing.Β βhow are you? have you been by to see mom today?β finley had gradually been going to see her more often than she had when she first arrived. it had been like ripping off a band-aid, returning to the trailer. sure, they had once been happy.. but things were different now and part of it was her fault.Β βi was planning on going to visit her later.. if youβd like to join me.β
Spruce told his two dogs to sit, both following his command without any issue, and then they stood there waiting for someone to answer the door. They felt a bit awkward doing this, as if there was any better way. As if meeting Finn at a restaurant or cafe would make it any better. It would just be more awkward. They had taken Rufus and Reynolds with them just in case. If something went badβ¦ well, they could still count on the dogs to make them feel better. The door opened, revealing one of their siblings. βHey. I didnβt know if you minded that I brought the dogsβ¦ elseβ¦ uhm, I can tie them up somewhere, theyβre very well behaved.β
ever since her return to roswell, finley had wanted to reach out an olive branch of sorts to her siblings. how does one even begin to express just how sorry she truly was, that it took their motherβs illness for her to return? she had just gotten so caught up in her life in new york.. it almost felt like her life here hadnβt existed. facing it would remind her just how shitty she felt about leaving them behind. it seemed that the other elder moore children were doing the same dance, avoiding the tension at all costs. it was no secret that sparrow wanted nothing to do with them and quite frankly? finley understood. not that she wasn't going to try to change that, of course.Β
she had been planning on preparing dinner when one of her siblings had appeared at the door. finley couldnβt lie: it was a welcomeΒ surprise.Β βspruce.. hey.β she eventually spoke after opening the door, the tension in her shoulders releasing as she finally spoke. seconds of silence had felt like eons.Β βoh goodness, theyβre welcome. come in, come in.β stepping aside to allow spruce the room to enter, her eyes seemed to contain a softness that not many got to see.Β βiβm glad youβre here.β
god, it really was going to take some time to get used to just how much she stuck out. this place had been her home for so many years and now? that girl was gone. in her place was what felt like a brunette barbie clothed head-to-toe in designer. mostly gifted, of course. the whispers were unavoidable as she crossed the threshold into the eatery, trying her hardest not to be seen. as if the obnoxiously large gucci shades were going to make that any easier.. in the middle of fucking winter.Β
βi..β finley began, her thumb tracing over the pointer finger of her left hand as she tried to formulate an even remotely acceptable answer.Β βi suppose you could call it escaping.. from my own choices, that is.β
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βyeah, i know itβs late december. i know itβs holiday season,β lonette says into her phone.Β βno, i donβt care.β her calm voice rises slightly to a shriller sound. βi donβt care!β she presses a button firmly, hanging up.Β βscrew holiday cheer.β when she realizes someone else probably heard her, she let out a dull,Β βhappy holidays.β
instacart didnβt really seem like the best option around roswell, so there finley was at starlight supermarket. the woman in front of her in line seemed about as agitated as she was to be there. when she listened in, she realized that it was for the different reason. as the other turned to her, finley flashed her a soft smile.Β βwe donβt have to be jolly all the time.β fin assured her, looking to the cashier and back to the other woman.Β βyou okay?β
god, the ugly sweater: perhaps the bane of this fashion designerβs existence. finley didnβt understand it. a garment that was meant to be ugly? like.. that was the sole purpose? revolting. perhaps this was why she had found herself staring at the display with acute fascination. no, more like distain. when the stranger emerged into her view, however, she couldnβt help but smile at the sight of the graphic across the front of the sweater. perhaps not everything had to be trendy. maybe, just maybe, the sweater could be redeemed.Β βthat is.. quite the image.β finley flashed a quick smile at the stranger.Β βi hate to break it to you, but that appears to be a common theme. that certainly adds to the reason why people donβt wear them year-round. also considering.. well.. that itβs not christmas.β unless someone wanted to make a fashion statement. not that finley could think of one.Β
Reina smiled at the other before linking her arm with Finβs and walked back to the bar. Finley seemed like good company after she saved Reiβs ass from being thrown out of the place itself. Drinks were on her and she wasnβt planning to take no for an answer either.Β βOkay fine, letβs call it a thank you for helping me out.β she commented before ordering two shots to start off with. She grabs the tissues quickly from behind the counter when the bartender stepped away and wiped the blood from her forehead.Β βReina, some call me Rei.β she said, flashing the other another smile.Β βpleasure to meet you.β
finley followed with a similar smile crawling across her features, glad to see the other was gradually returning to a state of easeΒ that most of the bar seemed to be experiencing. if only she could be so lucky.Β βiβll take it.β she nodded, the tension seeming to release for a bit as a giggle fell from between her lips. god, how could she have forgotten about the obvious wounds to the womanβs face? god damn pretty people, being distracting. her face falling again for a moment into a look of worry, she rested her arm along the bar while her gaze searched for something else so she could help.Β βdo you need ice or anything? or a first aid kit?β the brunette let out another sigh, shaking her head.Β βi apologize.. people tell me i can be a bit of a worrywart on occasion. but i can assure you.. the pleasure is all mine.β
βLet go you fuckers!β she shouted once more, using the bottom of her shoes to grip against the floor. She suddenly stopped struggling when someone had appeared in front of them. Hearing her words and seeing her glare brought a smirk on Reinaβs lips. This was one tough, she liked it. One thing that Rei found attractive was tough woman who look like they can handle their own. Powerful woman was her turn on. Once she was free, she adjusted her clothing, takes a deep breath and looked up at Finley. A chuckle escaped her,Β βGlad someone agrees. Thanks for that. I should repay you for the help. Maybe a drink?β
if there was anything finley moore was: it was tough. the industry she was in wasnβt exactly made for the feeble of heart, constructed to keep evolving and fight tooth and nail to stay relevant. perhaps that was what drew her to strength, admire it even. she had been taught to see beauty everywhere too, so she couldnβt ignore that in the other either. βthereβs no need to thank me, i can assure you.β the brunette felt a smirk of her own tug at the corner of her lips. playful? to be determined. regardless, she was happy to have company in a place where she clearly now stuck out like a sore thumb.Β βiβd like that..β finley nodded, eyes moving to the bar for a moment before back to the woman.Β β..but lets not call it payment, yeah? i canβt lie.. the company would be appreciated.β hand gracefully outstretched, a mischievous glint danced across her hazel eyes.Β βfinley. some call me fin.β
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Mei stood their watching as the both the punching bags were in use. Arms tucked underneath each other, watching the other form as they struck the bag. Mei could find faults but she found faults in most thingsβ¦ even her self.Β βLook if your gonna use the bag donβt just tickle it, put some power behind.βΒ
back in new york, finley was a regular at the dog pound. working out brought her a certain amount of peace, something she desperately needed upon her return to roswell. with every swing, she felt the tension she was carrying slowly begin to leave her slender frame. that was, until she was suddenly being critiqued. it seemed that no amount of money could pay for true peace and quiet. certainly got her access to some pretty cute workout sets though.Β βand how would you suggest i go about doing that?β fin asked, a small amount of zing behind her tone.Β βsorry. iβve just had a difficult couple of days. iβm genuinely curious, i promise.β
βFucking hit me one more time and iβll make sure iβll break your hands along with your face.β she threatened the other woman who was being dragged out of the bar while two other customers were holding Rei back as she tried to break free.Β βFucking bitch.β she muttered, not realizing the blood that ran down the side of her face from the cut on her forehead. She could also taste the blood in her mouth but ignored it.Β βLet me go.β she ordered the two who held her but they refused until she was calm and not ready to chase the woman.
could finley even consider herself a local anymore? she certainly didnβt know, but there were times when she wouldnβt pass up cheap alcohol, such as this one. since her return to roswell, the conspiracies had returned to her ears like wildfire, as did an unfamiliar feeling of being small, as if she was crawling home empty-handed. she certainly wasnβt, considering her flourishing career based in new york city. that wasnβt what mattered right now. what mattered was being with her siblings and their mother.Β
she had been lost in her thoughts until the fight had broken out, secretly wishing she could dive into her glass. finley moore was known for being unafraid of confrontation in the press, which was proven as she tried her hardest to help without chipping a nail. this was a very expensive set. it seemed, however, that two others had gotten to the other woman first.Β βhey, hey, let her go!β fin called out, putting herself between the stranger and the door.Β βget your paws off her. let the woman breathe.β the glare she shot the other two locals could cut through brick and they knew it, backing away after a few moments. as everyone else returned to their drinks, the brunette brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face before returning her gaze to the fighter.Β βto be completely honest with you..β she let out a huff, crossing her arms across her chest.Β βshe totally deserved it.β
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