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Chauncey Bordane

I'm a pain in my own ass. WIP

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a character in “Not in my Social Circle”, as played by Ἐνυώ


| Chauncey Bordane |

Age| Twenty-two
Gender| Female
Physical appearance|

Personality| Chauncey is hard, cold, and wild. Everything is done on her terms and only then. She loves the thrill of gambling and the threats thrown at her when she won. She doesn't fear much and lets little get in her way. Always sarcastic and to the point. She can be cocky and funny but won't make an effort to befriend anyone unless she sees fit.

Classes| Biology, Chemistry, and Mathematics. Turns out that she wants to become a Virologist...well see how well this works out.
Quirks| Barefoot phobia.
Favorite Hobby| Playing Pool at Zee's Pool Hall.
- People she owes money to...

- Guns
- Men
- Pool
- Her black Jeep Commander
- Coffee, serious coffee drinker.


Habits| Rubs the back of her neck when nervous or under stress.
Sport| Pool. Hand to hand combat (Learned from her Marine father), Kick Boxing, Bare Knuckle Boxing.

History| At age twelve her parents died. Both cops shot mowed down by some crazy ass man. With no other family she bounced from foster home to foster home. Being labeled Emotionally Unstable after punching her foster father. Caught him beating his biological son, thought I'd let the shit head know how it feels. Funny how no one said anything when the cops arrested me, not even the boy I stood up for. She lost rights to have any kind of visitation with her younger brother. Chauncey never stayed at her fosters parents home, mainly bouncing from friends to friends house. At age sixteen she became a Runner, for a friend of a friend. Running drugs and other cargo to drop off locations. Not smart nor easy but it paid well. At seventeen she was arrested, caught up in the middle of some serious drug shit. Her agent pull her aside and told her to pull her shit together if she wanted her brother.

Chauncey is now trying to get it together, so she can adopt her brother. Her parents left her money and at the age of eighteen she invested in the New York flat and college. She now attends Biology, Chemistry, and Mathematics, trying to be come a Virologist. They make great money and the jobs are open. Old habits die hard, and hanging out with old friends is easier than being a cookie cutter replica. Shes starting to slip back into her habits now, drinking, drugs, men. Her chances of getting her brother are slim so she's not trying. She's waiting for the moment life crumbles around her.

So begins...

Chauncey Bordane's Story


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| Chauncey Bourdane |

ImageAre You Ready by Creed spilled from the radio of Chauncey's black Jeep Commander. Her fingers drumming the steering wheel as she pressed the gas, rocketing a 65 in a 45 zone. Her ass gets caught and that's an automatic court date. Last damn thing she needs was something to add to probation. She pulled into the parking lot of the bar, Bailey, the main bartender, leaned against the wall. A cigarette in his small hands. Bailey was a short man, legally a damn midget. But he had a sexiness to him only he could claim. Tattoos created sleeves on his arms, his dark hair short and disheveled, a five o'clock shadow hung to his face, and a tongue ring that made women scream his name.

"Chauncey." He nodded his small head to her in greeting. His dark eyes traveling down her body as he ground the cigarette into the wall.

"Shouldn't you be in arts n' crafts about now Bailey?" She held the door open for the squat man, chuckling as he flashed her the finger. Zee's Pool Hall was a two part building. A bar on the top with several tables and even a small dance floor. The pool hall was down a small flights of stairs, in a basement like cave. Cigar and pot smoke clouded the air, Manly shouts sang with the loud crack of pool balls. Ever since Chauncey moved to NY, she spends her days here with Randle and Devin. Fellow gamblers. Chauncey bounced down the stairs, looking for the bear of a man who promised an Eight-ball. He leaned over the pool table in the corner.

Maneuvering her way around the pool tables she gave Devin a healthy punch in the ribs. He chuckled and pulled her in a headlock. These men where just as loud and stupid as her, she considered them blood. And will, and has done anything for them. Chauncey wiggled her away from his grasp and watched Randle jump the cue ball. "Foul."

"Damn it lass, I know that." Randle's thick Irish accent growled at her. "My hand slipped."

Chauncey erupted in laughter. "Shit, your just a fucktard." Devin crackled in laughter behind her as she pulled a pool stick from the rack. "You playin Eight or Nine?" She dusted her hands and cue with powder chalk. Randle shot her a black glare, his features pulling together. He was a large ass man, six-four and two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle. Gorgeous with deep green eyes and dark hair. And one hell of a temper. Devin was the complete opposite, thin and lanky, blonde hair with ice blue eyes and bubblier than Dolly Parton. How the hell he managed to hang around here eluded Chauncey.

"Eight." He quipped, a goofy grin on his face. "Hows classes." He leaned on his pool stick, white chalk on his cheek. Chauncey rolled her eyes at the question as she leaned over the table. School can kiss my ass.

"Its good." Like a sniper she drew in a breath and held it, sliding the pool stick between her fingers to smash into the cue ball. An exhale danced with a loud crack as the glistening white cue ball knocked into the purple striped 12, pocketing in the left corner. Last thing she wanted to talk about was Biology or Chemistry. Four hours of Biology notes about drove her crazy today, now it was time to just play pool and get shit faced.