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name alameda belle femme moonbow
name meaning "grove of cottonwood" / "angel"
name origin/s native american / french
nickname/s angel / belle / ala


gender agender
pronouns they/them, sometimes uses specifics, but very rarely
sexuality asexual panromantic, slight demisexual
preferences any, but leans more towards females


birthday july 31st, 2000
age sixteen
zodiac sign leo
mbti infp


wanted occupation professional writer or professional model
residency miami, florida / used to be: new york city, new york
college degree n/a, plans to do at least 3 years

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alameda sat in the crook of the large window, on its ledge. they leaned against the warm glass, looking into their reflection's eye. the city buzzed under them in the early morning rush, pedestrians on their way to work. they hated the city, with every fiber of their being. it was too large, too cramped and sat like a weight on their shoulders. they didnt mind the contact or the lights, but when they read about it in books it seemed more free. they pulled the soft wool blanket tighter around their shoulders, eyes observing the cracked concrete below them.


they met her at the cash register in walmart. it was june, with a light spring shower tickling the sky. alameda was sent to fetch more shampoo for inola, which they happily accepted. she was older than them, in her late twenties at least. she blew her pink bubblegum upon seeing them, popping it with squinted eyes. "just shampoo for ya? i heard head and shoulders works real good for women, not sure about men." they stiffened at her words, body growing hot. sure, she was their first actual crush, but she sure left a mysterious dip in their life.


the guitar is a marvelous instrument, and alameda has been playing it since they were five. their favorite song to play on it is "sweet pea" by amos lee. they enjoy bass guitars, country guitars, and even ukuleles. they love music, find it very inspiring, but who doesnt think of music that way? they often sit on a buildings edge and strum a song, one they made up or already knew. sometimes they take only their guitar and head down to the subways to earn a few extra dollars. but only when they really need to get away from things.


poetry is a thing that no one can relate to on the same level as the one who wrote it. its extremely personal, and for someone to get the meaning as deep as you did is rare. alameda never thought of soulmates to be true and 100% accurate, but theyre only 16 and still growing. you cant help but think about those things though, your fate. they try not to dwell on it too much, instead focusing on the present. but sometimes they wipe the dust off that old photograph in the wooden frame, just to see her face again.

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overdose pursed her lips, blowing a bubble and popping it loudly over the comforting engine murmur. "ya, so i heard you were gettin frisky with spots the other day in the hall," she cooed, leaning so close to alameda's face they could smell her cheap perfume and cigarette smoke. they raised their eyebrow, shaking their head slowly and looking the other direction. "did you hear that from pompey? hes the biology plant scientist teacher thing and i swear hes just like a student," the citrus orange street lights blinked hopefully, and they stared at the white and yellow lines on the road.

"he doesnt lie! honest, he told me the tru- hey! i see what youre doin you lil stinker! answer the question," overdose took her hand off the wheel to point an accusing manicured finger at alameda. "i may or may not have had his hands on me, but it was innocent! he was just givin me a pat down before we went to the club, you know how serious the security guards are after that shooting," they said, listening to the soft indie song that played on the radio. it was nice. "in the middle of the day? i highly doubt it, hes just got the hots for you." the wind whipped her hair around like someone was threading their fingers through it.

her makeup was layered on thick as she applied more lipstick in the rear view mirror. they shifted their cerulean eyes to take her in, watching her every movement. the way she winked at herself to boost her confidence when she was done applying her lipstick, the way she always started on her top lip, and the way she left lipstick marks on her straw. they checked her outfit, scrappy jeans that hung low and a flowy white crop top with white flip flops. the warm florida heat straddled them both in an uncomfortable warmth, but the cool highway wind felt good on their sunkissed skin.

"thats too bad cause ive already got the hots for you," they joked, chuckling and sliding their hand down the slick red paint of the sports car. "damn it belle, youre making me blush," she wailed, laying her head on the steering wheel as they nearly swerved into a ditch. overdose was of course, playing along but under her concealer she felt her cheeks warm. she leaned back in her seat and winked, smiling toothily before turning back to the road. they grinned, just a little bit, and switched the radio to a pop song. they both sung the lyrics, snorting when the other messed up and said the wrong thing.

their hands met at the shift, since overdose's parents wanted her to learn how to drive stick, just in case. alameda's hand laid over hers, brushing her thumb over the back of it lovingly and unknowingly.

[ 481 words ] - made the font bigger for ya! - overdose is one of my ocs btw

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"can you please tell me how you felt when you first met him? talk slow, the tape recorder is going, so speak clearly and carefully into the mic. youve done this before, correct?"

"of course, sir. i didnt know he was a bad man. some people dont give off that vibe, you know, a dangerous one. those are the ones you shouldnt be afraid of because you know. you can feel it, who they are and what they want. upon meeting them or even passing them on the walkway, youll get that growing pit of fear deep in your mind. youll want to get away, to leave them and act like youve never saw them. thats all very well and true, you may want to run because you can feel theyre a risky person. but the people who dont give off a vibe at all, thats when you really need to go. thats when the red lights need to really start flashing."

it was saturday. alameda listened to the old grandfather clock that was always a minute off. there was dried blood on their clothes and shoes, their skin tainted pink where it had fell the night before. they were tired, mentally and physically, so was their heart. they blinked their big blue eyes at the sight of them in the mirror. there was scuffling downstairs, [n] no doubt crying still. why did they have to get physical, why did they have to do it. they were used to running down alleyways and looking for a payphone to call, but it was too much last night. so much, they felt like they had changed who they were just in that time span.

the beach was nice. the sticky uncomfortable air felt like the club, yet it was just morning dew. they stayed quiet, listening to the static-like sound of the beach. "you bi-!" the startling noise made them jump, it was only six in the morning and [a] was throwing insults. someone held her back, he had tired eyes and a sad slump of shoulders. he wasnt doing too good either, but it wasnt anyones fault that he was so depressed. "let me go [c]! they did this it was them they shot him they-" [a] spat a thick stream of spit at them. "[a] thats enough! you need to leave alameda alone before i kick your ass!" sand sprayed behind [d]'s footsteps.

"they did this they pulled the trigger they took the gun!" a solid punch was landed on [a]'s scrunched up face. [c] reared back in fear, dropping his hold on her as [d] yanked her collar and pulled her up to his face. "they didnt do this because they wouldve said so, dammit girl!" they could see and anger in his eyes, he needed to let it go but they prayed he wouldnt do it on her. there was so many people. alameda took in the scene with low lids and a hopeful quirk of their lips. none of them changed out of their clothes last night, there was still red on all of them. they just hoped they minded it as much as they did.

silence sat heavy on their shoulders, [a] looked with shocked pupils up at [c]. he didnt meet her gaze, instead looking at [d] with heavy stress, and he nodded. "you-you-you were hiding in the corner the whole time! you saw everything out of the corner of your eye!" [c] wrung his hands nervously, looking at the ground with a frown. [d] nodded, adding, "you have no proof." a scream sliced through the air, causing everyone to turn their heads. [n] rammed herself into [d], pulling his hair. "how dare you accuse [a] of lying!" she shouted, beating her fists on his chest. "we were all there! all of us!" he yelled, trying to push her off.

they all launched into the fight, kicking and screaming. they didnt know why, it was stupid and wasnt needed but they didnt know what to do. [j] was dead all right, they all couldnt deal with the fact. they all loved him, some lovers some maternal. loss was a hard thing to deal with, and when youre a bunch of teenagers with the knowledge that one of your close friends has killed another close friend, it drives you crazy. the gang leader and followers already left, and while they were packing up someone shot [j]. but the gun landed in the middle of them, where you couldnt tell who did it. it was bad.

[a] released herself from the fight, grabbing [n]'s hand and running. it wouldnt be hard to find them due to the trail of blood they left, if they ever needed to. [d] took off soon after, hands shaking and eyes wild. he was breathing heavily, slowly making his way down to the other side of the beach to cool off. god only knows why hed do such a thing. [c] cried, sitting next to alameda and holding their hand in his. he needed comforting and the silence that they gave off wasnt enough, but hed take what he could get. his nose bled and his shirt was torn, and they leaned on his shoulder, the motion saying it would be ok.

finally the stars appeared and their light shone on the moon to them. thats when [c] left, standing behind them and running his hands through their hair like an older brother would do. they leaned into his touch, relishing his aurora and how peaceful it was. they stayed silent during the whole thing, except for the fight when they cried. he turned to look down the sandy coast to where [d] may or may not be still. he couldnt tell, it was too dark and his head was swimming like the blue sea before them both. his heart ached but he knew they didnt shoot him, because they could never hurt anybody. especially not [j].

he lingered a while longer, regaining his strength. they were okay with him staying as long as he needed to. in fact, they hoped [c] would never leave because he was so sweet and soft it made their heart hurt. but theyd walk down to see where [d] was after if he did, looking for some kind of contact. he sighed, looking up at the sky, looking for something no doubt. but he didnt know what. he trudged away with tired, swollen eyes and stained clothes. his nose dripped but he let it run, the droplets of blood falling in his footprints. red sandcastles waved their white flag, blue waters celebrated, and crabs scuttled under rocks once more.

alameda's bones still shook from the force of the gun hitting their shoulder when they pulled the trigger.

"what pushed you to kill him? he was an innocent man and you said youve known him for about nine years? howd your relationship go down the drain, your friend say you two were close."

"no one told me to do it. told me to pick up the gun and shoot him in the back of the head when no one was looking. no one told me to scream and throw the weapon so it looked like i didnt do it. when i first met him he smiled, shook my hand and introduced himself. i couldnt tell a thing about him, so i relied on his physical state and blamed it on never meeting him before. you can mentally feel how they are in their head, their true self. youve felt it before, yes? when you met me i dont know how your brain reacted, but it wasnt good. years went by and i never got that vibe of who he could possibly be. i ran out of patience."

"so you killed mister [j full name]?"

"yes, sir."

disclaimer: names have been bleeped out for legal reasons.


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sofi / mom
alameda has only seen sofi a few times. they never questioned why she was always gone, instead focusing on how it seemed she would try and make up her lost time by doing whatever they wanted. they find it annoying and confusing, because the only thing they want is to see their mother doing something she wanted to do. they want her to hold them, and often gets frustrated but of course they still love her with all their heart. they just wish shed be around a bit more and take some time for herself every once in a while.

loni / mom
most of the time alameda has to drag loni away from strangers who try to take her money. they notice her rather thin line between if she should trust somebody. they try and keep her out of trouble, and they have an extremely close bond due to sofi being gone a lot. they enjoy playing with her hair and just talking to her, but sometimes they get tired of her naivety and needs to take a break. they spend a large majority of their days looking after loni to make sure shes feeling okay because sofi is usually not there.

"cat" / sister
they have always enjoyed video games. mostly cute roleplaying games, nothing too violent but mortal kombat is a favorite in their book. alameda loves to battle cat, and owns their own ds but they like using hers. cat is the one who expanded their mind to think outside the box, and they have always been a little bit jealous of her pixie like features. they love her very much and likes to keep her company. they need to thank her for helping to grow their hobbies and interests to get more friends. the two are close pals to the end.

inola / sister
jealousy is something alameda can handle, but their sister takes it to a whole new level. they love to observe her learn and try new spells, and even adds their commentary. they enjoy inola's snappy and independent personality, noticing how she prefers animals over humans. they watch over her with happy lidded eyes, like a proud parent. they really like looking over and analyzing her because shes just that interesting. shes preppy, shes shocking, shes raw. they admire that in her, sometimes they play the guitar just for her, hoping to leave some sort of imprint in her life somehow.

eindride / best friend
when two quiet personalities collide, its a very different relationship. they speak, but it seems like a different kind of communication. eindride and alameda have a special connection, they dont have to talk to get their point across. they go to her house when they need some piece and quiet, sitting in her garden and reading. eindride never asks why, but offers quiet smiles and comforting eyes. shes like their safezone. eindride also helps alameda learn gardening, and enjoys singing along to their songs. the two are close, one could even call her their third mother, or a best friend.

pompey / botany teacher
some may say having a teacher in your friend group is cheating your grades, but pompey bumps up anyones d to an a just because they said hello to him. hes touchy feely, which makes some students uncomfortable because hes their teacher. pompey and alameda dont hang out, but rather talk about the gossip. he is mostly interested in talking to alamedas other friends, but he enjoys putting the 17 year old on his shoulders. he also helps alameda with their gardening if something is wrong with their plant. pompey sometimes helps their friends sneak into night clubs or bars.

spots / paternal friend
for someone who flips personalities a lot, spots has a lot of confidence and a tendency to get violent quick. hes protective over alameda and their friends, making sure theyre ok to drive or not too sleep deprived. spots comes to alameda to vent, spilling his troubles and worries to them. he doesnt expect anything in return, not even a comforting pat on the back. hes the dad of the group, having the intimidating look in his eyes scares most thugs, but hes been known to get into rough fist fights. he and alameda sometimes plan or do pranks together.

will probably add more <3

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alameda is a quiet soul, one who stands in the back doing their own thing, or the one who doesnt look up when theyre walking. except, their eyes hold a startling challenge to dare say theyre introverted. they are not shy, no matter how many conferences they speak at, body guards theyve lied their way past, or police officers theyve encountered. they are soft and pliable though, and can easily be dragged into something dangerous. they are mixed in with a bad crowd. with the teenagers who fight with their parents and have bar fights, they have a major influence.


they have a light, airy walk and time seems to freeze when they glide past. they will slide into your seat, a compliment intertwined with their greeting, and continue to do praise you. some say this is to create false hope, but alameda is simply doing it because they are a great person. they do like to argue over things that are worth debating over, not the little things (sometimes) but usually the ones that will impact your life. this brings out their more tougher side, something you dont see often because they believe its better to be polite.


they stay silent in stressed situations, looking very calm and in reality, they are. their empty glances toward a person is enough to intrigue you, and they hold quite an air of mystery. theyre the type who look your way whilst in a conversation with someone else, and light you on fire. they are friendly, but its more of a curious quip. theyll make you confused but reassured at the same time, and having their trust is something you wont forget. theyre always up for a mission, hopefully something dangerous. alameda is art, feeling, and a movie scene rolled into one.


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allons-y: fOR BEING A SWEETHEART AND MAKIN FREE ART FOR ME I LOVE YOU !! they made this art: xoxo

sly.blue: tbh for bein an amazing pERSON and doin free art for mE !!! they made this art: xoxo

shadow.of.the.wolf: thANK YOU FOR BEING REALLY KIND AND MAKING ME FREE ART I LOVE YOUU !! they made this art: xoxo

clara erassari: for giving me this wonderful opportunity omg,, i hope you dont mind i credited you but thank you so so much for being very involved in the readoption !!!

ymir/beatphones: for inspiring me to get my work done !! thank u babe youve reminded me to finish my form just by posting art youve drawn bc youre working so hard !!

fluffypancake: another cool cat who i enjoy talking to !! they also reminded me to finish because theyre always talking about their plum winni (which is precious,,,) and theyre rlly sweet <33 theyre also a hard worker !!!