[For Hannibal]
Apr. 2nd, 2012 12:33 amIt wasn't an itsy bits teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikini, but it was a red polka dot number, and she sure as hell wasn't afraid for anyone to see. If you got it, flaunt it, as far as she was concerned, and the beach was the place for it no matter whether this was her own Venice Beach in '58 or some magical Island in who-the-fuck-knows-when. She laid back on her towel, reclining on her elbows, sunglasses set over her eyes, and got really and truly ready to settle in for a good sunning. She tucked a cigarette between her lips and reached into her bag for her silver lighter, flipping it open with practiced ease and moving it up for a light. Nothing happened. She flicked it again, and got a spark to faint to do anything with, and on the third and fourth flicks she had to give it up for lost.
"Shit." She said, around her cigarette. She tossed the lighter to the sand, and glared at the lost cause. "You've gotta be kiddin' me." She wasn't about to drag her cookies all the way back from the beach just for a light, but now she was itching for a smoke.
V-Day Hangover Plot [For Rogue]
Feb. 15th, 2012 07:59 pmRizzo wasn't a stranger to hangovers. The moment she returned to some foggy resemblance of consciousness, she knew the feeling for what it was, and made a noise that was a half-groan and half-sigh of resignation. Without opening her eyes - squeezing them shut, in fact, to prolong the inevitable - she thought back to the night before, and was really not too surprised when she couldn't remember any of it. It wasn't her first time on the black-out merry-go-round, but that she couldn't remember much of the day, either, was a little worrying. And, more than anything else, she thought of all those books the bookshelf practically threw at her, all about alcoholism. Fuck. So much for cutting back.
She cranked her eyes open, squinting out at the world, shoving an elbow under her, and . . .
"Jesus. H. Christ."
It wasn't that there was a gal sprawled out beside her - one night stands weren't too far outta her norm lately either, even if it was unusual that she'd stayed long enough for them to goddamn wake up together - or that she didn't recognize her, given the blankness of her memory, but that she was in the Island's graveyard, dressed in, as far as she could tell, a lacy, pink, patterned sack. "You," she said, in a gravelly voice to the gal next to her - Rogue, she was pretty sure. "Are into some kinky shit."
She cranked her eyes open, squinting out at the world, shoving an elbow under her, and . . .
"Jesus. H. Christ."
It wasn't that there was a gal sprawled out beside her - one night stands weren't too far outta her norm lately either, even if it was unusual that she'd stayed long enough for them to goddamn wake up together - or that she didn't recognize her, given the blankness of her memory, but that she was in the Island's graveyard, dressed in, as far as she could tell, a lacy, pink, patterned sack. "You," she said, in a gravelly voice to the gal next to her - Rogue, she was pretty sure. "Are into some kinky shit."
Ring-a-ding-ding
Oct. 6th, 2011 09:11 pmRizzo lost her virginity in 1955, the summer before she started at Rydell. She had just turned fifteen a week or two ago, and was drunk on a shared bottle of wine. She hadn't planned it, but she'd seen it coming since the fella'd parked in a dark lot only populated by other cars with fogged up windows. She'd figured to hell with it - she'd get her kicks while she was still young enough to get them.
Her parents hadn't said a word when she'd stumbled home after midnight, clothing messed and still tipsy. They didn't even mention it when she chopped off her long dark curls before starting as a high school freshman, took to hanging out with the local gangs, or began to garner a reputation. Her father was barely home between his work and his affairs with his secretaries, and her mother was too preoccupied with rolling her hair and calming her nerves with her pills and booze to do more than merely look at her with vague disappointment.
Nobody had ever given a fuck what she did, and that's the way she rolled through Rydell, rebellious and confident that she could take care of her self, like she always had. Then she got to the Island, not nearly as knocked up as she thought, and there was Doc Paul. He started actually caring what she did with her time and body, listening to what she said, telling her when she was out of line. He was the first one since middle school that she'd let call her Betty. He thought she was worth something, wanted to protect her, thought she could be a good person. He was her best friend, and he was the first person to ever tell her he loved her, between her parents and her flings.
And now he was gone.
The morning after she'd found her own goddamn movie, she'd gone over to Paul and Tom's, still smarting from the fact that everybody knew goddamn everything about her and her vulnerabilities. They weren't there. It didn't take long for her to figure out that they weren't anywhere, She didn't want to think about the few days since - she'd spent part of it in their hut, parts holed up in her room in the boarding house. Then, she'd gone to the Winchester, and gotten capital-D Drunk - she was on her own again, could take on the world, and she could take care of her fuckin' self. Or at least that's what she told herself, over and over, leaning against the bar and knocking back glasses. And here she was again today, doing the exact same thing. Because she could, and there was nobody to goddamn tell her not to - and she wanted to forget.
Her parents hadn't said a word when she'd stumbled home after midnight, clothing messed and still tipsy. They didn't even mention it when she chopped off her long dark curls before starting as a high school freshman, took to hanging out with the local gangs, or began to garner a reputation. Her father was barely home between his work and his affairs with his secretaries, and her mother was too preoccupied with rolling her hair and calming her nerves with her pills and booze to do more than merely look at her with vague disappointment.
Nobody had ever given a fuck what she did, and that's the way she rolled through Rydell, rebellious and confident that she could take care of her self, like she always had. Then she got to the Island, not nearly as knocked up as she thought, and there was Doc Paul. He started actually caring what she did with her time and body, listening to what she said, telling her when she was out of line. He was the first one since middle school that she'd let call her Betty. He thought she was worth something, wanted to protect her, thought she could be a good person. He was her best friend, and he was the first person to ever tell her he loved her, between her parents and her flings.
And now he was gone.
The morning after she'd found her own goddamn movie, she'd gone over to Paul and Tom's, still smarting from the fact that everybody knew goddamn everything about her and her vulnerabilities. They weren't there. It didn't take long for her to figure out that they weren't anywhere, She didn't want to think about the few days since - she'd spent part of it in their hut, parts holed up in her room in the boarding house. Then, she'd gone to the Winchester, and gotten capital-D Drunk - she was on her own again, could take on the world, and she could take care of her fuckin' self. Or at least that's what she told herself, over and over, leaning against the bar and knocking back glasses. And here she was again today, doing the exact same thing. Because she could, and there was nobody to goddamn tell her not to - and she wanted to forget.
What do you know about this character now that s/he doesn’t yet know?
That she got back together with Kenickie - the guy she ditched for being a dead-end shmuck in the first place. Even when she thought she was pregnant, she knew it was better to go through it without him. When she told him that it was "sombody else's mistake" in response to his grandstanding attempts at being a father, be believed far too easily that she had been fooling around on her. He thought she was a slut, just like the rest of the school did. Rizzo came to TR from her bravest moment - choosing independence and struggle over compromising herself and her future to take the 'safe' route. That she goes back to him after finding her womb in the clear breaks my heart a little, even if the movie plays it like a great reunion.
What is this character’s greatest flaw?
She's internalized too many judgements about her to easily change her mindset in a healthy or productive way.
What do you know about this character that s/he would never admit?
She know of her own severe vulnerability, and thinks she hides it far better than she actually does under her "tough gal" exterior. There are cracks, and they're visible, and she doesn't ever want to admit they exist.
What is this character’s greatest asset?
Despite her tough-talking persona, she's remarkably honest. She doesn't steal, and she doesn't lie, and she doesn't actually want to hurt anyone - especially someone as vulnerable as herself.
If this character could choose a different identity, who would s/he be?
She'd be through and through the tough gal she turned herself into in an attempt to gain attention from her parents and craft a place for herself in a stereotypical 1950s world in which she doesn't fit.
What music does this character sing to when no one else is around?
If her canon is anything to go with, heartfelt ballads. When it comes to the kind of music she actually likes, it's the racier Elvis with his hip-shaking shenanigans.
In what or whom does this character have the greatest faith?
She's too cynical to have much faith in anything - she would have said the Pink Ladies, once, but they turned her over to the gossip mill during her pregnancy scare, and only Sandy asked if she needed any help. On the island she'd say Doc Paul - he's her entire family and lifeline here.
What is this character’s favorite movie?
She's gone to plenty movies at the drive-in, but never payed much attention to them. She liked the horror films the best - everthing else was too shmoopy and laughable. Since the island brought the whole Revenge of the Bodysnatchers scenarios to life, she likes them a little bit less.
Does this character have a favorite article of clothing? Favorite shoes?
Anything tight, dark, and as far from the pastel poodle-skirts and bobby socks of her classmates. Visual markers of difference have long been a stand in for her from what she considers to be her mental disconnect from the majority of them.
Does this character have a vice? Name it.
Drinking. Smoking. Unsafe sex, although she's gotten a bit better at that last one.
Name this character’s favorite person (living or dead).
At home - James Dean. On the island - Doc Paul.
What is this character’s secret wish?
That she could be loved and respected without confinement (marriage, strict gender roles, motherhood and housekeeping).
What is this character’s proudest achievement?
Getting a A in shop class.
Describe this character’s most embarrassing moment.
Losing her virginity - the guy already thought she was 'experienced' from her style and mannerisms, and she was only fourteen.
What is this character’s deepest regret?
Going steady with Kenickie.
What is this character’s greatest fear?
That she's going to end up imprisoned, cheated on, and alcohol-dependent like her housewife mother.
Describe this character’s most devastating moment.
When the whole school chattered about her being a knocked-up whore, and she belived them.
What is this character’s greatest achievement?
Unlike Sandy, Rizzo doesn't compromise herself to get her man. She would have somehow raised her bastard baby alone, despite her parents disowning her when they found out.
What is this character’s greatest hope?
That she can be unquestionably happy one day, and won't have to be alone without sacrificing any part of herself.
Does this character have an obsession? Name it.
What people think of her, which is ironic since a key facet of her tough gal persona is her 'devil may care' attitude
What is this character’s greatest disappointment?
That nothing she could ever do, no matter how outrageous or dangerous, could never bring her the attention or concern of her parents.
What is this character’s worst nightmare?
Being imprisoned, without choice, and forced to conform to the good girl 1950s image and lifestyle. Like the Stepford Wives, really.
Whom does this character most wish to please? Why?
Used to be her parents, as a child and her first few years as a teenager. As a high school student, it was the tough boys in the gangs that she emulated. On the island, it's Paul (again.).
Describe this character’s mother.
Miserable, bored, alcoholic, and often drugged out on Mother's Little Helper. She was pretty, once, but now she's like a frail doll that sits around in curlers and a robe flipping through Better Homes and Gardens magazine when she's not dazedly cooking or cleaning.
Describe this character’s father.
Womanizing, charismatic, and forgetful, with a trail of affairs with secretaries in his wake. A bank manager, he kept his family firmly in the realm of the middle class. Every once and awhile he remembered his wife and daughter, and showered them with gifts as a replacement for any actual care.
If s/he had to choose, with whom would this character prefer to live?
With the Pink Ladies back home, and here probably with Tom and Paul, if she couldn't live alone.
Where does this character fall in birth order? What effect does this have?
She's a single child, so without the companionship or responsibility of siblings. She's on her own against the world, in her mind.
Describe this character’s siblings or other close relatives.
Her replacement family was the Pink Ladies, and, accordingly, the T-Birds. As gangs go, they're pretty low key, but she's always had access to cigarettes, alcohol, and oppertunities for poor choices. Frenchie, Jan, and Marty were the closest things she had to family and best friends - but even they threw her under the bus when she had her pregnancy scare.
Describe this character’s bedroom.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXGcPYD-R-Y 1:17 - 1:30 for her room in canon (at least the animated version).
That she got back together with Kenickie - the guy she ditched for being a dead-end shmuck in the first place. Even when she thought she was pregnant, she knew it was better to go through it without him. When she told him that it was "sombody else's mistake" in response to his grandstanding attempts at being a father, be believed far too easily that she had been fooling around on her. He thought she was a slut, just like the rest of the school did. Rizzo came to TR from her bravest moment - choosing independence and struggle over compromising herself and her future to take the 'safe' route. That she goes back to him after finding her womb in the clear breaks my heart a little, even if the movie plays it like a great reunion.
What is this character’s greatest flaw?
She's internalized too many judgements about her to easily change her mindset in a healthy or productive way.
What do you know about this character that s/he would never admit?
She know of her own severe vulnerability, and thinks she hides it far better than she actually does under her "tough gal" exterior. There are cracks, and they're visible, and she doesn't ever want to admit they exist.
What is this character’s greatest asset?
Despite her tough-talking persona, she's remarkably honest. She doesn't steal, and she doesn't lie, and she doesn't actually want to hurt anyone - especially someone as vulnerable as herself.
If this character could choose a different identity, who would s/he be?
She'd be through and through the tough gal she turned herself into in an attempt to gain attention from her parents and craft a place for herself in a stereotypical 1950s world in which she doesn't fit.
What music does this character sing to when no one else is around?
If her canon is anything to go with, heartfelt ballads. When it comes to the kind of music she actually likes, it's the racier Elvis with his hip-shaking shenanigans.
In what or whom does this character have the greatest faith?
She's too cynical to have much faith in anything - she would have said the Pink Ladies, once, but they turned her over to the gossip mill during her pregnancy scare, and only Sandy asked if she needed any help. On the island she'd say Doc Paul - he's her entire family and lifeline here.
What is this character’s favorite movie?
She's gone to plenty movies at the drive-in, but never payed much attention to them. She liked the horror films the best - everthing else was too shmoopy and laughable. Since the island brought the whole Revenge of the Bodysnatchers scenarios to life, she likes them a little bit less.
Does this character have a favorite article of clothing? Favorite shoes?
Anything tight, dark, and as far from the pastel poodle-skirts and bobby socks of her classmates. Visual markers of difference have long been a stand in for her from what she considers to be her mental disconnect from the majority of them.
Does this character have a vice? Name it.
Drinking. Smoking. Unsafe sex, although she's gotten a bit better at that last one.
Name this character’s favorite person (living or dead).
At home - James Dean. On the island - Doc Paul.
What is this character’s secret wish?
That she could be loved and respected without confinement (marriage, strict gender roles, motherhood and housekeeping).
What is this character’s proudest achievement?
Getting a A in shop class.
Describe this character’s most embarrassing moment.
Losing her virginity - the guy already thought she was 'experienced' from her style and mannerisms, and she was only fourteen.
What is this character’s deepest regret?
Going steady with Kenickie.
What is this character’s greatest fear?
That she's going to end up imprisoned, cheated on, and alcohol-dependent like her housewife mother.
Describe this character’s most devastating moment.
When the whole school chattered about her being a knocked-up whore, and she belived them.
What is this character’s greatest achievement?
Unlike Sandy, Rizzo doesn't compromise herself to get her man. She would have somehow raised her bastard baby alone, despite her parents disowning her when they found out.
What is this character’s greatest hope?
That she can be unquestionably happy one day, and won't have to be alone without sacrificing any part of herself.
Does this character have an obsession? Name it.
What people think of her, which is ironic since a key facet of her tough gal persona is her 'devil may care' attitude
What is this character’s greatest disappointment?
That nothing she could ever do, no matter how outrageous or dangerous, could never bring her the attention or concern of her parents.
What is this character’s worst nightmare?
Being imprisoned, without choice, and forced to conform to the good girl 1950s image and lifestyle. Like the Stepford Wives, really.
Whom does this character most wish to please? Why?
Used to be her parents, as a child and her first few years as a teenager. As a high school student, it was the tough boys in the gangs that she emulated. On the island, it's Paul (again.).
Describe this character’s mother.
Miserable, bored, alcoholic, and often drugged out on Mother's Little Helper. She was pretty, once, but now she's like a frail doll that sits around in curlers and a robe flipping through Better Homes and Gardens magazine when she's not dazedly cooking or cleaning.
Describe this character’s father.
Womanizing, charismatic, and forgetful, with a trail of affairs with secretaries in his wake. A bank manager, he kept his family firmly in the realm of the middle class. Every once and awhile he remembered his wife and daughter, and showered them with gifts as a replacement for any actual care.
If s/he had to choose, with whom would this character prefer to live?
With the Pink Ladies back home, and here probably with Tom and Paul, if she couldn't live alone.
Where does this character fall in birth order? What effect does this have?
She's a single child, so without the companionship or responsibility of siblings. She's on her own against the world, in her mind.
Describe this character’s siblings or other close relatives.
Her replacement family was the Pink Ladies, and, accordingly, the T-Birds. As gangs go, they're pretty low key, but she's always had access to cigarettes, alcohol, and oppertunities for poor choices. Frenchie, Jan, and Marty were the closest things she had to family and best friends - but even they threw her under the bus when she had her pregnancy scare.
Describe this character’s bedroom.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXGcPYD-R-Y 1:17 - 1:30 for her room in canon (at least the animated version).
[For Paul and Tom]
Sep. 11th, 2010 03:58 pmShe hadn't been alive for the tropical storm of '39, but even with a huge war to put things in perspective, people on the California coast hadn't forgotten the 93 people who'd died thanks to a bunch of wind and rain. Still, when wind picked up and the rain started pattering down onto roofs and unsuspecting island residents, she did nothing more than think with irritation that this would be another month-long torrent of unpleasant weather, and cosy up in her messy room in the Boarding House with a trashy novel when evening came around. She must've fallen asleep, because she jerked awake when something smacked against the outside of second-floor bedroom wall, the wind howling and shrieking through the trees and around the building. Something in the building around her creaked menacingly, and suddenly the 93 bodies came to mind, along with the dull repetition of storm drills in grade school.
Minutes later she was out of bed, jean peddle-pushers and jacket pulled on over her usual button-down sleep shirt and panties, thumping down the Boarding House steps and out the front door. She followed the lighted path towards the Compound, bending over against the wind, already drenched with rain and freezing, her arms crossed against her body as if that would anchor her down and keep any heat in. She could hear branches snapping around her, and really, really hoped nothing came flying her way. This, this was not fun. Not at all.
Minutes later she was out of bed, jean peddle-pushers and jacket pulled on over her usual button-down sleep shirt and panties, thumping down the Boarding House steps and out the front door. She followed the lighted path towards the Compound, bending over against the wind, already drenched with rain and freezing, her arms crossed against her body as if that would anchor her down and keep any heat in. She could hear branches snapping around her, and really, really hoped nothing came flying her way. This, this was not fun. Not at all.
It was official. Rizzo was tired of the rain. It'd been alright at first, enough of a change from the monotony of constant sunshine for her to want to raid the clothing box for the mackintosh and rain hat it had never made sense to own in Venice, California. Then she'd ended up looking more like Elizabeth Taylor in Cat on a Hot TIn Roof, but not nearly as sexy, and more like the kitty of the title after a good chucking in the river.
For Hawkeye
May. 18th, 2010 07:31 pmShe'd heard a whole lotta things in her eighteen years, but the best thing was without a doubt that she wasn't pregnant. Getting an exam back home had never been an option - the school nurse couldn't have done it, and if she'd gone to the doctor everyone would have known. But now it seemed she'd had nothing to worry about after all; for all her backseat hanky-panky with Kenickie with or without his twenty-five cent insurance policy, nothing had stuck, and now it seemed like some sorta miracle.
She'd still only just arrived on the island earlier that day, and she knew that was big, but it just didn't seem to be as hugely important as the fact that her over didn't have a bun in it. After leaving the clinic after Doc Paul's exam, her feet had led her right back to the door of Hawkeye's hut. She didn't bother to think about the reasons, and instead rapped on the door until her knuckles stung. "Hey, Hawkeye!"
She'd still only just arrived on the island earlier that day, and she knew that was big, but it just didn't seem to be as hugely important as the fact that her over didn't have a bun in it. After leaving the clinic after Doc Paul's exam, her feet had led her right back to the door of Hawkeye's hut. She didn't bother to think about the reasons, and instead rapped on the door until her knuckles stung. "Hey, Hawkeye!"