CLICK CLICK GONE --
-- I'll see you in the news, or not;
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Full Name:Β Yenien Suyai Rebeck, formerly Langley Nickname(s):Β Yenna Age:Β 31 Date of Birth:Β March 1st, 1993 Hometown: Staten Island, New York Current Location:Β Brooklyn, New York Ethnicity:Β Argentinian, Spanish, American, Scottish Nationality:Β American Gender:Β Cis-female Pronouns:Β She/Her Orientation:Β Pansexual Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Restaurant Owner, Chef Cook Language(s) Spoken:Β English, Spanish Addictions: Nicotine Positive traits: grateful, down to earth, understanding, open, hardworking Negative traits: manipulative, irritable, anxious, prejudiced, secretive
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-> potentially triggering content, including: death of a sibling.
Yenna is sure, that if her life had a title, it would have been NICE. Because, question mark, when had it ever been anything but that? The smiles she offered for family pictures when her mother squeezed her shoulder a little, nice. The way the school uniform looked on her, nice. The hair, the nails, the face, all so stupidly fucking nice. In New York, there was anonymity, and then there was not. Some residents managed to live their whole live in the shadows of skyscrapers, and some were torn into the public eye within the matter of seconds. Yenna, she was all dolled up fifteen hours after her birth, ready to be photographed and presented to the whole family - and it took her one flashing camera and those exact fifteen hours to figure that being popular sucked. And her parents were the stupid epitome of popular and nice. Cheerleader, football guy, the popular couple; he went into business, she into politics. Creme colored everything, check. Garden with a pool, check. Charming, popular and nice older brother? DING, DING. The only thing missing from their family was some stupidly small dog, and they could have been thrown into every stereotypical television ad. So even if she wanted to, even if she tried to curl up in a shell and hide under thousands of gallons of sand, Yenna could have never escaped being popular, and being fucking nice. Until. Enter not perfectly popular Theo, a birthday party her not-so-perfect-anymore brother threw, one year of dating and two years of marriage. What her brother loves and deems fun, her parents keep being skeptical of, and it all comes crashing down when -- -- she finds herself kneeling in front of her brother's grave in disbelief, dress full of mud, hands full of dirt, and all that perfect and popular and nice is gone and discarded and trampled down in a constant chatter of-- IT'S NOT HIS FAULT. Thrown out of her life in the most cruel way, Yenna is caught grieving the first person she ever truly got to know, the first person who's imperfections she got to discover, along with the second that ever dared to stick around; and gone is will you marry me and Yenna Langley, all that's left is ... ... you can change your name, but that will never change you.
LEFTOVER BULLETS
has a little 'T' tattooed onto the side of her hip that she doesn't currently plan to get rid off, and got after she and Theo got engaged (mostly to piss off her parents, but also because she thought it was cute)
had an older brother called Isaia, who was in the Brotherhood and killed during a shooting around three years ago
the restaurant she owns is called 'The Resol', and has grown into rather high-end Argentinian restaurant in a rather calm neighborhood





















