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does judah think that he needs to go see an emt about his hand? no, not really. it looks worse than it is, and it's only because he's literally just gotten out of the tank and he's soaking wet. if he dries off, he probably seal his hand back up with some liquid bandage and call it a day. but dixie insists, so he does. he's also smart enough not to mention that even if his hand did get infected, it's not the kind of infection she'd be able to catch just by watching fireworks with him. she knows that. he just turns on his heels and pivots toward first aid instead, leaving a trail of water dripping behind him as he weaves through guests.
and maybe there are benefits to listening, because after ellie looked at his bad hand and he filled out an incident report with his good one, the big boss told him he could have the rest of the day off. he's not sure he's ever been happier for â park policy. â
â what, you ain't gonna kiss it better for me? â judah feigns a pout as he extends his handânow bandagedâto be met with a simple â good â by dixie. â that hurts, hon. hell, probably gonna get infected and fall off now. i'm gonna have to steal one from big fish, then what's he gonna do? â he drops the act when his gaze falls on her flask, pout transforming into a smirk as he reaches out for her wrist with his free hand to tug her closer to his side so he can toss an arm over her shoulder. â you and me bothâand i get the feeling i'm gonna need it if you're about to be out here making me climb that damn tower one-handed. â
he would do it, though, not least of all because it's her that's asking.
â pick your poison : lemonade, icees, coke. or if you're trying to get weird we could hit up that vending machine that's got the orbitz in it. i got the master code, we could try every flavor. â
he's honestly standing there, looking at her ( and of course she looks amazing, as if she'd settle for looking anything less ) with her cute little usa themed tube top and cut off denim shorts. she's looking like that and he's talking about his hand falling off and stealing a new one from his brother like some weird science situation. dixie was about to change her mind about wanting to do anything with judah out of pure principle for the rest of the night... until he grabbed for her wrist and pulled her close. "please, i've seen you do worse one handed and you wasn't even hurt from nothin', shug."
and that was the truth, she's watched with stars in her eyes as judah has pulled many a stunt ( she's also rolled them at an equal amount ). she knew going up that tower wouldn't hurt him anymore than that dunk tank did. "wait but are they good? it's not going to dye my mouth that stupid stuff they're selling today, right cause i got a shift at enigma tomorrow and there ain't no way in hell i'm goin' to get paid with a blue mouth." though there was probably some weirdos that were into it and she did always have her regulars to fall back on. "i'm not lookin' to miss out on that cash for all these people hangin' 'round for the weekend."
she let him lead the way to this special vending machine to get the space drinks she wasn't quite sure about but, if there's one thing to know about dixie, she'll try almost anything once. "oh we should get a couple pretzels too or some nachos. can we get nachos up there because that would be perfect? like the ones with the jalepenos and stuff on them."
" jade, johnny, come on, no runnin' off, " frankie calls after his niece and nephew but he's pretty sure his voice gets lost in the noise all around them. with his entire family back in town for the 4th, frankieâdespite kinda working right nowâhas been designated babysitter. he doesn't mind, he likes the kids, he'll take spending time with them over hanging with his brothers any day but they are testing him today.
when he catches up to them, they're queuing for the popcorn stand and already chatting up the person in front of them. " with what money are you guys paying for this, huh ? " he says and the look the twins give him is enough to make frankie take out his wallet. " one bag to share. one. you guys already had too much junk. and then we're gonna go wait for the fireworks, yeah? "
when the kids settle and start talking about stuff he knows nothing about, he turns to the person in front of them. " hope they weren't bothering you too much. they're at the age where they love lying and telling stories. " they take a step forward but the line looks like it's going to take forever. " anywayâenjoying this thing? "
now there was one thing at astroland and the movies that was always a guilty pleasure for santiagoâthe popcorn. it was also something he couldn't quite create at home. likely because lindsay won't let him buy a popcorn machine for the bed and breakfast. in lindsay's defense, he didn't want the whole place to smell like popcorn ( leave that for the starship lodge's lobby ) and that was a hard point to argue against. especially since santiago went out of his way to keep the place smelling like the comforts of home or a cozy visit to a family member's home with the hospitality of at least a three-star-hotel ( they hoped ).
anyways, that's what had him in line chatting with some of the youth of intercept who seemed just as excited as he was to get some popcorn. he was even going to offer to get theirs if it hadn't been for their, brother? uncle? he wasn't sure. joined them and santiago went back to minding his own business.
"oh no, no, no, they weren't a bother to me at all. i'm sure you've seen how wild it gets with the muñoz-o'halloran clan. which, by the way, you're welcome to come sit with us for the fireworks." he mentioned as a side, overhearing the mention of finding a spot. so he eavesdropped a little, it was trained into him and old habits are hard to break. "we have kind of a street taco thing going on with more sides than there probably needs to be. but i always bribe the security guard with hot meals so he lets me bring in whatever i want." santiago winked.
who: @antxb ( ant )
where: by the games, astroland
truth be told, santiago was looking for maisie. since they'd come back home to intercept very recently, he'd been trying to make up excuses to spend time with them at any turn. unlike his husband, santi will openly admit he missed them. loud and annoyingly for the whole world to hear if he could. but, he has not had a stitch of luck and found himself getting distracted by the swell of faces that had temporarily rolled into intercept for the event.
it was good to see the park so alive.
maybe he was just getting sentimental as he reached the mid-point of his years on that earth. luckily he was distracted by the thought just as quick when he rounded a corner to see another familiar face. "hey there, mister. i was hoping i would see you out with the gatas this morning. i could've used the help loading things in the truck." santiago greeted and teased the younger man. he wasn't serious, he did just fine on his own. "are you working here today? you should come by our table and grab something to eat."
who: @probablealiens ( lindsay )
where: fireworks show ( he lives there now )
one of the best things santiago can honestly say about being with his partner, is how well they work together. it is relieving to wake up that morning and know that he didn't have to worry about half the things that needed to get done because linds already had it handled. all he needed to do was finish making all the tortillas and pack the food, cooler, get ready and head out to astroland to get their spot picked out. it didn't even need to be fully set up until later.
what he didn't tell his husband is that he was trying out a new look for the day, complete with wranglers, a belt buckle, boots, and a cowboy hat. this was something he got to surprise him with as he raised from the picnic bench where he'd kicked up to read the book he brought, ( guns, germs, and steel because it seemed fitting for the theme and he hadn't been able to sit down and read it yet ).
"hola, mi amor or should i say howdy?" santi chuckled and removed the hat to greet him, arms slightly opening for an embrace. "do you think it's too much? i figured going partial vaqueras was fitting." and yes, santi did think it didn't look half bad when he left the house that morning but now isn't so sure. "maybe you should wear the hat, mi amor. you're going to become a lobster in this sun." he teased, though there was a moment of worry wondering if his husband had put sunscreen on that morning.
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scraped knees and bloody noses were the headline of the night. there were a few people who would laugh off the lack of severity in the injuries he often saw at astroland. surely you want something more exiting! they'd say and ellie would laugh, a lighting strike of a grin across handsome features. if bloody jeans and a dry nose were the scary things people would experience, that was fine with him. though prepared for the worst at any given time -- he'd much prefer hello kitty bandaids to hospital rides. sending the latest toddler back to their parents with a sweet and a sticker, he turned and brows lifted in surprise. laughter escaped despite himself, " don't tell me you're just here because you heard i have sheriff badge stickers. "
once other people showed up to take shifts holding their tables for the show later, santiago took the opportunity to go stretch his legs. in this case, that meant wandering around aimlessly and stopping to chat to friendly faces both familiar and not. he did have to wonder if the reason no one came with him was because he chose to dress up a little and try out the cowboy hat, belt buckle, and boots he'd bought a long time ago at a flea market. santiago was sure he was pulling it off but perhaps the heat and small town mentality was finally getting to his head. either way, when he'd happened across ellie, he couldn't resist the opportunity to say hello and maybe get a younger perspective on it.
"that badge might complete my new look, what do you think?" santi approached with a chuckle. "no, no, no, i just came to say hello. see how you were doing? shame you have to work on such a nice day."
who : jonah fisher ( @uf0parking ) â where : astroland, the dunk tank
â oh, you asshole! â the exclamation is tumbling out of him the moment judah sees his twin weaving through the crowd of people occupying the midway where the dunk tank has been set up. the alien mask in his hands ( a cheap plastic thing with an elastic headstrap after he argued the safety concerns of wearing a fully over the head vinyl mask and being submerged into questionable water ) is swiftly shoved under his arm as he strides up to meet jonah. â what the fuck are you doing here, huh? don't you got some unicorns and ufos to be painting onto hats and shit? â
of course judah knew jonah was working today. he knows his brother's schedule just as well as his own. they live together, they work together, they hang out together when they're not working. it would be impossible not to commit his schedule to memory. ( he's sure jonah would agree to disagree. ) that's exactly why judah didn't tell jonah when he got assigned to the â alien dunk tank. â he knew big fish would show up to pull some bullshit. lucky for him, jonah's always been more of an artist than athlete.
â hey, how come they didn't make you do this shit too, huh? how'd you get out of it? â he pulls the mask over his curls and cocks his head at his brother. â hey, you think management would get pissed if i took my shirt off? i mean, it's gonna get wet the first time someone takes a shot. what's the point? â
"the fuck did i do?" jonah immediately shot back to his twin, but there was a smirk on his lips because they both knew exactly why he requested his break be when judah was going to be in the dunk tank. jonah wasn't much of an athlete where throwing balls was concerned but he was an expert at watching ( and helping ) his twin make a fool of himself for entertainment. if he couldn't dunk judah, jonah was going to find anyone and everyone got their shots in. eventually someone was going to drop little fish in that gross looking water and jonah would be laughing the loudest.
once jonah was properly stopped next to his brother and off to the side where most guests couldn't see them well, jonah pulled out a pre-rolled cigarette out of an old altoids tin. he wet his lips and positioned the smoke so it wouldn't stick. normally he just bought his cigarettes from the store like any other person but he hasn't gotten paid yet and didn't have the time to scrounge up change to pick some up before his shift.
"they were goin' t' put us in there together, but manager remembers last time we got put together and we ended up scrappin' in front of all those people." jonah shrugged and exhaled a cloud of smoke in his brother's general direction. "you could've said no," but jonah is glad he didn't. this was going to be hilarious. proven further when his brother puts that stupid fucking mask on. "i don't know man, they have that strict belly button bullshit in the employee handbook," he knows because he read through it and crossed out everything he wouldn't be agreeing to before he signed his name ( as if that matters in corporate america anyways ). "fuck it, ask forgiveness not permission. you stayin' for the fireworks later?"
since his twin had run off somewhere after the dunk tank and he hadn't tracked down any of his other peeps yet, jonah was occupying his time in the games section of astroland ( skee ball to be exact ). he was probably just going to go home and skip the fireworks after too long. to be honest, he's not sure he can get down with the noise of astroland, the extra screaming children, and loud explosions played to shitty overture music tonight. it was an overstimulation nightmare bound to happen. maybe the wolfe's den would be quiet, at least for a little while, until the show was over.
in particular jonah fashion, he was fucking around. juggling three skee balls while talking, not paying attention to who might be listening. "you know when i read children free on the flyer, i thought it meant there would be no five and unders, y'know? but here they all our," he shook his head ever so slightly, trying to keep stormy blue eyes on the balls in motion. "i swear the noise today is goin' to be the soundtrack to my fuckin' hell, that and anything by fucking will smith, am i right?" he snickered.
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who: @inanuration ( nesrin )
where: a line dixie's 'attending' in astroland
the gum in dixie's mouth had gone stale. she was leaning up against the bar beside the gate to the alien swing ride twirling the cheap chewing gum around her finger, just for something to do. it was the most boring ride to attend because it was just swings in the air for a little bit. no exciting music, lights, or fast motions. and the fact that they are ufos does not change a damn thing, either. she was just there to make sure everyone walking in was tall enough so they didn't slide through the seat when they lifted the swings up.
dixie was fucking bored out of her mind.
that is, until she saw one of her main girls nesrin turn the corner. "oh my god, nesi get over here, right now!" she immediately opened her arms for them so she could wrap them in a big hug when they got close enough, then a kiss on each of their cheeks, of course. "i can't believe you look that good right now! seriously, i'm so jealous. come keep me company? they stuck me on the dumbest ride for the first part of my shift." dixie rolled her eyes and pulled nesrin over to the barricade to sit with her.
Rollercoasters? Check. Screaming kids? Check. Noisy fireworks? Check. Hordes of people? Check. The perfect recipe for a good old nervous breakdown, in Nova's cookbook of life. Had they dragged themself to Astroland regardless? Absolutely. It wasn't so much that she had decided to listen to all those people who had insisted that socializing would get easier eventually if she'd just keep putting herself out there â in all honesty it was just the lesser evil, compared to sitting at home with a bunch of stressed out cats, who only hated noise slightly more than their owner did.
Now normally they would keep their headphones firmly on their head and a walkman in their pocket, but the cacophony of sounds inside an amusement park were too loud for their poor cassettes to stand a chance. So the only available option at this moment in time was to be too present in their surroundings, which ironically prompted Nova to extend out a shaky arm in the direction of an oncoming person. "There's puke." She simply blurted out, blinking a few times to let their brain catch up with their actions. "Sorry, I think it's puke." The nurse moved her arm to instead awkwardly gesture at the unknown substance on the ground.
Help, what if it was just melted ice cream?
"Do you think it's puke?" Good job, Nova. Stellar first impression. Gold medal. "Not- Not that I think you're an expert on puke. You don't look like an expert. Unless you are. I'm mainly an expert in cat puke." Shit. "I mean, even if it's someone's cotton candy from three hours ago, it would still suck to step in it, I think." Move on from the puke. "So how about this weather, huh? Sometimes I do miss rainy Seattle. I mean, I don't hate the sun, but I get sunburns so easily-" Yep, definitely time to shut the fuck up.
a lot of people hide away during their breaks at astroland, and who could blame them? it's a sensory nightmare on the best of days and astroland hasn't seen a 'best day' in quite some time. dixie, however, was a social creature who craved conversation and attention almost every waking moment of the day ( probably in her dreams as well but she got everything she wanted there ). all of that to say, she chose to take her break walking through astroland listening to her headphones and trying to absorb the energy of the extra crowd they had for the event.
that is until she saw the oncoming person say something and she pulled her headphones off to listen, then look, to where they were gesturing. "oh, i'm not working right now and even if i was, that's not my department." she figured they were coming to tell her about it so it could get cleaned up or something, which, to be fair, if she still had her walkie with her she would normally just call custodial to take care of itâbut her walkie was back on the charger cause she was on break.
then again, maybe they were just freaked by puke.
understandable, dixie could understand that. "i mean, it does happen. especially on a hot day with all the junk food and then jumpin' on these ol' coasters." dixie shoved her hands into her bomber jacket and shrugged at them. "guess it's a bad combination for some folks." but then the other person started going into a rant of their own, and suddenly dixie was locked into focus trying to catch every word they were saying while, simultaneously, nodding a bit to show she was listening.
"oh, sugar, are you okay? do you want to go sit down somewhere?" dixie thought some of the flustered-ness could be from too much sun. didn't they just say they burn easily. "i burn easily, too. i have to wear baby sunscreen to make sure my skin doesn't get damaged. i read this thing in cosmo about sun damage and saw all them pictures? mm mm, baby, not me. i am not havin' none of that. y'know?"
you would think with the turnout of family and friends santiago had come to the area he'd picked out ( and spent all day saving so it stayed available ) that he would be relaxed and enjoying it. however, he'd somehow become restless, trying to busy himself with tasks and fussing over everyone making sure they'd gotten plenty to eat. maybe it was just something in the air, because he found himself unable to sit down more and more lately.
"oof, manita, i don't know about you but i cannot wait for the sun to go down and this show to get over with." he looked around a moment to make sure there was no trash he could pick up or food he could cover to avoid any bugs flying into it. "do you think nora would want to go on some rides or play some games? i wouldn't want her to get bored." though he knows for a fact she's probably rode every ride she fit on and played all the games many times by now. "we could go walk around and see what else is going on, i'm sure linds will hold down the fort for us. if you want?"
who: @astrostellcr ( javier )
where: fireworks show
astroland had long stopped trying to stop santiago from bringing in outside food and beverage ( he could also bribe security with a plate anyways ), so he had prepared a full on feast in two oversized picnic baskets complete with sides and dessert ( along with adult and everyone beverages in a rather large cooler ). he arrived at the park with everything early so he could push some of the picnic tables together and save a spot for all of his people. a good spot to see the fireworks and still be as secluded as you could be at an amusement park at least half full of people.
"hey! there's mi hermano!" santiago's face lit up when he saw javier approach. "i wasn't sure if linds was going to convince you to take a break," he held out his arms for a hug but didn't wait to pull his brother into his arms for a tight squeeze and pulled away to give javier a hearty pat on the back. "i hope you haven't eaten yet, we have all sorts of things left. please help yourself. how are you? are things very busy?" santiago's warm gaze worried over his brother for a moment, checking if he was okay. "are you taking time to rest?"
"don't you think about coming near me unless you're coming back from them emts judah fisher!" dixie scolded him when she saw him approaching. "i ain't fixin' to get some disease during this lame ass fireworks show, i'll watch it with someone else don't even play around right now!" truth be told, she'd been waiting for him in particular the last twenty minutes because she wanted to go climb up on the ufo statue with him and get cozy for the fireworks. however, that didn't mean she was going to let him walk around with some infected gash on his finger.
ew.
she worked the day shift just so she could watch the show and why wouldn't she? it's rare she gets to see anything fun and exciting around there anymore. at least this was something outside the norm, right? "good," was all she said when he got close enough for her to see the bandaged injury. "now let's go get something to eat and a mixer for this. i'm tryin' to have a good time tonight." she flashed a peek of the flask on the inside of her bombers jacket. it was just some mid-shelf vodka she'd swiped from the club but it was good enough for tonight. "can we go up to the ufo?" dixie asked, though it wasn't a request she expected to have denied.
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zodiac aries sun ă» aquarius moon ă»libra rising
gender cis man
nationality chilean-american
religion christianâ catholic
orientation homosexual
physical attributes.
face claim pedro pascal
height 5â11"
weight 185 lbs
build athletic, strong
exercise habits works out six days a week
allergies dogs
hair color black
hairstyle shaggy dark curls
eye color brown
glasses/contacts needs reading glasses but doesn't always wear them
dominant hand left
tattoos several that all have meaning. inca lily behind his left ear that he got matching with one of his sisters, compass tattoo on his wrist an ode to his father and one of his greatest skills, 'i love you' in his mother's hand writing at the crook of his elbow inner arm, the letters ' L O ' on his left hand between his index finger and thumb with ' V E ' in the same place on the right handâ this has two meanings his partner's initials on the hand closest to his heart and it spells love when put together, and seven small wolves on random places around his body that signify him and his siblings who he shares a close bond with and his father used to call them his ' manada de lobos ' which means wolf pack.
scars two inch scar under his chin from jumping off the sofa as a child wanting to fly and hitting it on the coffee table needing stitches, several without much explanation from his years in the military and working outdoors.
piercings none
jewelry/accessories saint christopher medallion necklace & wedding ring
background information.
hometown puente alto, chile
current residence intercept, new mexico
spoken languages spanish / english / arabic / french / italian / portuguese / mandarin / japanese / some korean
driverâs license yes
occupation co-owner of silver lining bed & breakfast / tracker / retired military
familial information.
relationship status married to lindsay o'halloran
mother esmerelda diaz muñoz
father alberto muñoz
siblings connie muñoz, javier muñoz, lucy muñoz, ximena muñoz (rip), plus 2 others
likes family 㻠coffee 㻠cooking 㻠lindsay 㻠quiet mornings in bed 㻠tequila 㻠the sound of the waves hitting rocks and sand 㻠fresh socks㻠teaching skills㻠corny jokes 㻠smiling so big his face hurts 㻠spice 㻠helping people
dislikes bigotry ă» militaryă» mayonnaise 㻠too many people in the kitchen ă»being helplessă» not protecting his loved ones ă» television ă» piercings ă» restrictive clothing ă» small confined spaces
moral alignment neutral good
mbti estj
temperament sanguine-choleric
enneagram 7w6 - the pathfinder
background.
TRIGGER WARNING :Â parental death, military
born in chile to a large, loving family, santiago is the oldest of six. esmerelda, his mother, is and always was a force to be reckoned with. she was always the head of the house, despite never working outside it once she had her children. you can be sure she kept everyone in line, including santiagoâs father, alberto up until he passed away after santiago was an adult. she never took any crap from anyone while still making time to love and nurture her entire family. if you asked santiago, it was her he admired most and tried to take after but there is far too much of his padre in him to be ignored. alberto was an ultra survivalist, skills he passed onto his children but it was clear that santiago proved to be the most interested, soaking up every piece of knowledge his father would offer him. self-reliance, resourcefulness, and being able to read your surroundings no matter where you were, was the biggest things he got from his father. it would be these skills that made him into a master tracker which was later sharpened to near perfection in the chilean army and us army special forces after that. santiago is a healthy amount of both of his parents with a mix of his own quirks and values.Â
needless to say, his childhood was a good one. there was expectations as any family has but they never seemed unreasonable for santiago to meet and mistakes were treated as learning opportunities to improve on, as they should be. his familia was the light in his life in so many ways. growing up and then every time he came home on leave when he joined the military. he was constantly surrounded by siblings, cousins, aunties, uncles, grandparents, and of course any found family that someone adopted in. community was made to be of upmost importance next to family and school. by the time santiago graduated and joined the chilean military, he was already a well-rounded young man. though, he wouldnât lie and say he didnât let loose in his free time once he was out in the world, something no one could ever quite train out of him.Â
after a few years with the chilean military, he was uniquely recruited by the united states military, something he accepted as a promising opportunity. while going through their training he was fast tracked through the citizenship process ( though he holds dual citizenship between the countries, it was still a long process even sped up ). once he held that status they were able to recruit him into special forces where he trained heavily in psyops and intelligence. it was necessary for him to be able to help read people well and collect data while they helped secure peace around the world, particularly belize in his case (though he was called out from his station when needed). he helped create infrastructure, neutralize threats before they started, suggested better ways to preserve culture, and streamlined those who needed the most help to the right resources. why belize became so significant in santiâs life had little to do with his career and more to do with an un giro in the form of a scottish officer by the name of lindsay o'halloran.
they met in some random beach bar, santiago already tipsy from a few tropical drinks, spotted the handsome devil and somehow convinced him to come home with him by the end of the night. it was the start to a long lasting and rich relationship that spanned several years. theyâd survived long distance deployments, unresolved trauma, and domestic cohabitation, he even managed to win over the most important people in santiagoâs life, his family. not that he ever doubted he would, but even santi could admit his family could be a lot to those outside of it. little did he know, they would soon be a little family of their own.Â
it was the early eighties when lindsay got the call from his american cousins that his sister and her child had gone missing. there was no question in lindsayâs mind that he needed to get to new mexico and there was no question in santiagoâs that he would be right behind him. santiago was able to be transferred to new mexico and finish out his time with the military and retire. they were able to purchase and renovate a bed and breakfast when there was still hope for intercept as a tourist destination, and help maisie grow up in a somewhat normal loving environment ( at least the best they could after all theyâd been through ). santiago was even blessed to have his family start to join him there and he selfishly hopes he can get the rest of them to come, though heâs not sure that intercept will be the town for them much longer.Â
hairstyle long and wavy, always styled in some way
eye color dark brown
glasses/contacts none
dominant hand right
tattoos three small ones easily hidden by clothes
scars a few from shenanigans as a teen, climbing places she had no business climbing. a significant one under her arm from falling on sharp piece of metal and tearing open her armpit, had to get twenty stitches. a long one across her palm and a quarter size brand on her tailbone that says âjdâ that she is trying to get fixed.
piercings twice in each ear, nipples, vch (if you know you know)
jewelry/accessories changes daily but she is always wearing something
background information.
hometown greenville, alabama
current residence intercept, new mexico
spoken languages english
driverâs license yes
occupation line attendant at astroland / dancer at club enigma
familial information.
relationship status it's complicated with judah fisher
likes dancing 㻠sleep 㻠cocaine 㻠sex 㻠nice clothes 㻠judah 㻠music 㻠getting her way 㻠movies 㻠pink 㻠a good manicure 㻠lollipops 㻠attention
dislikes not getting her way ă» dad ă» father figures ă» jealous bitches ă» no ă» bad sex ă» reading ă» overhead lighting ă» running ă» boring conversation ă» alabama
moral alignment chaotic neutral
mbti esfp
temperament sanguineâcholeric
enneagram 3 â the performer
background.
TRIGGER WARNING :Â religious trauma, abuse
dixie has always had a personality far too big for the small town she was born in over in alabama. funny where she would end up, though astroland always made intercept seem a lot bigger than it is. she was one of several children born to a televangelist preacher and homemaker mother. dixie felt like her and her siblings all had different experiences in that house growing up. sure, some were shared but expectations were divided differently. especially when daddy was always way too controlling with her and her brothers were allowed to do whatever they wanted. it was all about appearances and outdated gender roles and appearing to be the perfect southern christian family at all times, even though dixie knew damn well the majority of her fatherâs flock didnât practice what he preached behind the pulpit every sunday.
she grew up in a place where everyone knew your name and if you wanted your business to be your own, you kept your mouth shut and moved on. there were plenty of skeletons in the clary family closet. at first, though you wouldnât believe it if you met her today, dixie was the quiet one in the family. took her almost two years to say her first word and sheâd let her siblings do the talking for her, often following close behind one of her older brothers. mama had the perfect solution to help bring her out of her shell, one that benefited everyone. she started putting little dixie in beauty pageants long before daddy could have a chance to say no. by the time she was six years old she already had thirty-one crowns and twenty-nine trophies. some said mama was so hard on her because she was living the life she couldnât through her. dixie wasnât sure she agreed with that, she liked being in pageants and all the attention she got from them. mama was just trying to get her to live up to her full potential.
once dixie got older, she started to take a cut out of her pageant winnings whether her parents wanted her to or not. she saved all the pennies she could for the future. her dream was set on being on the big screen and performing for the whole world to see. which is exactly why when she was so willing to give into the guy at the mall who said he could help her get a promising modeling career. he had a portfolio of headshots, he had to be the real deal, right? well, she sure thought he was and she gave him all the money she had, packed a bag, and left with him in the middle of the night. she changed her last name from clary to duvall and at sixteen years old, left her home behind to head to los angeles to start her career. or so she thought.
intercept was only meant to be a stop. the man sheâd come there with, jason, supposedly knew some people there and needed to drop some stuff there. then one day turned into another, then a month went by, he made her get a job to help pay for their motel room and before she knew it theyâd been there a year and she wasnât any closer to achieving her dreams. but when dixie questioned him, he started to get controlling and when she went against him he thought he could put his filthy hands on her. little did he know dixie had made friends of her own in intercept and sheâs not quite sure what zairo silva did to jason, all she knows is she went to zairo with one black-eye in tears and jason hasnât been seen since.
now dixie is stuck in this one horse town, dancing at the club and working at astroland still trying to find a way to book modeling jobs and work her way to los angeles to jump start her career. but money is hard to get in intercept and the jobs just arenât easy to find. the most sheâs gotten is promotional content and a few commercials. at this point sheâs looking for anyway to achieve her dreams while living the best life she can with her friends and the family sheâs found in new mexico.
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