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Kayla Mendoza

The HBIC

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a character in “Stockbridge”, as played by Caille

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Kayla Mendoza
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"Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart." -A.A.Milne
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xxxxx|| Legal Name || Micaela Mendoza
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xxxxx|| Nickname(s) || Kayla, Micky, Mick
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xxxxx|| Pronouns || She/Her
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xxxxx|| Age || 21
xxxxx|| Sexuality || Heterosexualxx
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xxxxx|| Birth-place || Stockbridgexx
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xxxxx|| Height || 5'2"
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xxxxx|| Build || Mesomorph
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xxxxx|| Description || Micaela is a short but slightly curvaceous woman. She does not appear as though she would be short until you see her in comparison to some of those who are like 5'8" versus her short stature. She has always had somewhat of an athletic build especially when she was in high school and on the cheerleading squad. She was talented at it, and it boosted her overall strength. She enjoys dressing in sweater vests, sweaters, skirts, tights, heels, and subtle jewelry. Micaela has always been good at looking at the role of the mayor's daughter, and her mother always made sure she had the best to be presented as the best.

She has dark brown eyes and black hair. Naturally, her hair is actually a dark brown, but she decided she preferred black hair. She has been known to wear sweatpants and stuff but usually, that's at home where no one can see her. Micaela does not like others seeing her so gross and she cares a little too much about other people's opinions.
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xxxxx|| Likes || Her family, gin and tonic with limes, dancing, photography, black and white photos, old film, thrift shopping, blues and greens, landscapes, long road trips, summer hats, sushi, floral scents, iced lemon water, any iced coffees, apple crumble pie warmed up with a scoop of ice cream, vanilla shakes with fresh fries dipped in it, forget me not flowers, Gerber daisies, kitkats, soft blankets, shopping, hanging out at the mall, and new shoes.
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xxxxx|| Dislikes || Dasani water, patriarchy, camping, doves, lilacs, the smell of campfire smoke, vodka, staged photos, plane rides, winter, food scents, pumpkin spice anything, Slurpees, Mcdonalds, red meat, the color purple, clutter, most lemon flavored things, firm mattresses, the cold, driving in snow, Coca-Cola, assumptions, butterfingers, green salad, literature, being alone.
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xxxxx|| Personality || Micaela is a very witty girl. She is by no means intelligent or the so-called "book smart" but she does have a great deal of knowledge connected to the outside world and how to get people to like her. She has always been good at picking up on social cues and reading a room, it was something the witty extrovert was well versed in. She grew up in a home that was very keen on talking about things and so she got a lot of experience on how to please her cousins around her own age and then the ones that were far older.

She has been an incredibly people pleaser and has fallen victim time and time again to peer pressure she got to be more like the rest of them. Micaela has spent a lot of her days being a cold-hearted bitch on campus, but being brutally "honest" about someone's appearance or by making jabs at people. It was difficult at first to do, but the validations of others had fueled her drive to keep doing it until she kind of just ended up being used to it. She never tried to get caught being nice to people because she felt that would make her weak and get kicked off the cheerleading squad. It was everything that she had worked towards and her grades were never the thing her parents were proud of, but being a part of this could be.

In high school, she lost a bit of herself and even her heritage because she felt it was better to fit in and have a more "white name" so she started going by Kayla. Deep inside Kayla wants to be the girl she is at church and in the eyes of God Himself, but finds it difficult to balance both aspects of her life. At church, she's still kind of a sarcastic dick, but she's incredibly helpful and volunteers at a lot of the church charity organizations. She can usually be seen laughing, or singing in the church choir. She's incredibly down earth, but just has a weird way of showing it.

Of course, Micaela is still sarcastic, witty, and throws comebacks and jokes out whenever she can. It has been difficult to get out of her high school mentality, but mostly because it's a part of her now. She does feel deeply and can be a bit too emotional, even before being pregnant. Micaela has always just had a deep need to fit in and be accepted by people that she's gone to great lengths to do it. By doing this she has lost friendships and she feels as if though she's fake. Or maybe that's part of her perception of herself.

She has fallen victim to also being too prideful and independent to ask for help. She refuses it whenever possible and would rather suffer than just accept it.

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xxxxx|| Pets || She has a white multipoo named Truffle.
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xxxxx|| Currently Up To || Micaela is currently seven and a half months pregnant and with the disappearance of most of the town she is incredibly anxious and stressed out. She is worried about complications and no one will be able to help her or the baby. Micaela is on edge and will not hesitate to snap at anyone. She has just been pacing a lot more, and hopes for the love that everything is holy that she does not have this kid early and that a couple of months will be enough to find everyone.
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Micaela Mendoza was the second-born child in her family. Initially, when her parents had Valeria so young they vowed to not have another child until their life was more put together. Alex had been working in the film industry since he was a child and had been homeschooled, he just happened to meet Sofia while he was in town shooting some scenes for a film festival movie. It was in their time that they spent over a couple of months that they really enjoyed each other's company and after he left, Sofia found out she was pregnant. They eventually got in contact, but it was a tough thing to navigate and much of Alex's career was going to be put on hold once their child was born. They had many fights, but ultimately they did what their parents wanted and they got married before Valeria came into the world.

After that, Sofia stayed home and took care of the baby with her mother, which gave her time to finish her high school degree and let Alex go work to provide for the family. Eventually, Sofia's family paid for her to take online courses and she got her degree in journalism with a minor in political science. Sofia took a lot of care for the community and when Valeria was able to go to daycare, she began to build up her network of knowing people in the town, and eventually through her connections, dedication to the town, and willingness for change she was nominated for mayorship.

She did not receive the role of mayor until Valeria was five years old. She was good at her job though and when her job became stable, Valeria was in school and Alex was getting a good steady income, the family decided they wanted to try for more children. There was a miscarriage between Valeria and Micaela, but when the couple found out they were expecting their rainbow child they were so overjoyed with love and excitement. It was probably what started the high hopes for Micaela in the first place.

Growing up in this home Micaela always felt as though she was trying to grow and fit the shadows of her parents. They were incredible in her eyes and she just wanted to be like them. As she got older this became more difficult, especially having an older sister who seemed to excel in her classes and was the student body president. Valeria took after their mother a lot and was so smart that it intimidated Micaela. Her sister was always trying to help her with homework but the younger sister refused not wanting her help and wanting to do it on her own.

This started the slight animosity between Valeria and Micaela, but it only grew when her parents would ask why she couldn't just be more like her sister. Especially when she got to high school. The pressure to fit in and to be a part of something grew so much that Micaela grew insecure but could never let that show and could never let people in on it. Instead, she would lash out at others and become a massive bitch all through high school.

She went through a shitty relationship in her last year of high school that she prefers not to talk about or remember, but it also took a toll on how she saw herself, so instead of going to college right away, she wanted to work on herself and just work in general. She started to get more involved in the church and began to help by going to other countries for humanity for habitat and other reasons among those. It got her more in touch with who she was and she felt she got to heal some.

Although at some point there was a turn in events as she was at home in Stockbridge, that led to her somehow sleeping with Link. For what was just supposed to be a one-night stand especially given the fact she found out later he was not into women like that, she also found out she was pregnant. It was a shock for their parents, and immediately they pushed for the two of them to get married because it was the best thing for the baby. Micaela has not agreed to do that, because she doesn't want either her or Link to marry each other just because they're having a child.

Micaela believes in a woman having the choice to do what she will, but she did not mind keeping the baby, and honestly, it almost felt like her purpose and God was trying to tell her something. She's not a huge Christian by any means, but she does have some belief in faith, etc.

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So begins...

Kayla Mendoza's Story

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Character Portrait: Theodora Pawlak-Iraklidis Character Portrait: Rowan Woods Character Portrait: Deirdre Worthington Character Portrait: Bea Clarke Character Portrait: Maximus Sawyer Character Portrait: Junpei Kubo
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Deirdre Worthington
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The Freelancer | Attire | #9D948D
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Rowan Woods
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The Theorist | Attire | #5ABBE6
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Two weeks. It had been two weeks since everything seemed to not only go to hell in a handbasket, but nearly everyone in the small town of Stockbridge had all but disapeared without a trace. Leaving only a handful of survivors in the form of a ragtag group of long time friends, and strangers. No one knew what happened, how could they, they were all asleep as everything seemed to go routinely like they always did. But when they awoke, the few remaining individuals found themselves to be the only ones left. And since then, things had somehow only gotten worse. As if everyone else in your hometown disapearing in the dead of night wasn't bad enough.

Even more random and strange happenings started around town, which seemed to only add to the already horror movie esque feeling everyone found themself in. Strange voices and sounds were heard down alleyways or streets when one wasn't looking, only to look and just barely catch sight of something before it was gone. Shadows appearing and disapearing in the blink of an eye. As abnormal and questionable it all was on its own, the added notion of everyone else being gone hadn't help any stress that found itself forming over the weeks that followed.

None of this made sense, and why should it have? How could hundreds, no nearly two thousand people, cease to exist without anyone noticing at all? There just wasn't any reasonable or logical reason or explanation. Which is what led to where the remaining group find themselves today. Within the past two weeks sine they found themselves the only survivors, so to speak, everyone had been doing their part in trying to find out something, anything at all at this point to help point them in the right direction. Leaving town wasn't an option, they all learned that the hard way. Sawyer having been the first one to volunteer himself to walk through the eery mist that seemed to hang around the outskirts of town. Only to find himself walking back where he started. Appearing to be in some endless loop. No matter what way Sawyer or any of the others tested it out, they would always return back from where they came. No one was getting out that way. Any connection or communication to the outside world of Stockbridge wasn't possible. Whatever unsteady connection they already had with the internet was gone. Any calls or messages sent either weren't able to be sent, or went unanswered. Nevermind getting any signal.

However though, after some rooting around, Bea and others had managed to find some walkie talkies in the Sherrif's office, and well, no one would be missing them. And even if anyone managed to show up, they doubted they'd be in trouble for using some manner of communicating with each other at least. Thank god that at least worked. Outside of that, the group had also managed to find another odd thing, the power, water, heat, and electricity seemed to remain. Meaning they hadn't a reason to worry about going cold or not having constant light or heat sources. However odd that also seemed. But nothing ever made sense in this town, even before everything went to hell.

Since then though, the group had also made secured locations throughout town. Starting with the local diner being made their daily meeting spot, where they would all show up at a designated time to report whatever findings they had that day. Usually there wasn't much to report on. Other than the same old answers half the time. The library had also been more or less Rowan's second home, considering how much time she spent there every day, trying to read as many books as she could, or search for any information that was potentially helpful to them. Often times being escorted to and from the library by Theo, as she often requested. Which, Rowan had finally relented, allowing her friend to help walk her to and from the old building in question. Which is where Rowan found herself now. Stacks of opened books all around her as she was busily scanning over yet another page. Eyebrows furrowed neatly together as she took in as much information as she could.

Only almost jumping out of her skin when she heard a sudden sound, before taking a steady, deep breath as she realized it was only the alarm on her phone going off. Alerting her that it was time to pack up, and head over to the diner. They'd be having another meeting today, even though Rowan knew it would just end with her rambling to the others, who were always disinterested as always with whatever she found. Slipping a few books into the leather backpack, Rowan tossed over her shoulder, and with one more look around the room, she grabbed her phone and exited the library. Quickening her pace as she made it down the side-walk. A cold gust of wind caused a shiver down her spine. As if the cold and dreary weather wasn't helping the already ghost town feeling Stockbridge had now, as if it didn't always have that feeling.

Rowan knew that the others would arrive shortly after she got to the diner, seeing as she was usually always one of the first ones to get there. Seeing as how she was often too eager as the others said. Truth be told she was, even if what she had to share wasn't much of anything knew. Hopefully the others had something better to share than she had. Rowan dug her hand into the pocket of her jacket, slipping out a set of keys as she enclosed the building up ahead. Skip's Diner, the old building said in bright neon colors. Rowan gave a soft sigh, pushed the key in and turned it as she stepped into the small building. Her eyes darting around, she never liked being alone in the establishment. It just never felt right to her, and she didn't know why.

Setting down her backpack on one of the booth's tables, Rowan flipped the light-switch, and the dull white flurecant lights above flickered for a moment, before stabilizing. She slipped into the booth, taking the spot alongside the window, as she took out her phone. Quickly sending a text to Bea, weirdly enough they could communicate with each other still, but everyone else was impossible to ever get a response from. Just as Rowan had sent the text asking where Bea was, a bang sounded on the glass window right next to her head. Causing her to jump once again. A loud and all too familiar chuckle sounded, as a figure slipped in through the main door, "Well you're here early." Rowan heard her friend chime. Rowan's eyes darted over to the darker haired individual, "I suppose so. But...Good afternoon to you too, Dre." she greeted softly. Deirdre gave a small smile and nod, sliding into the spot across the booth from Rowan, Afternoon, Ro. Guessing your trip to the ol' library was a bust?" they questioned, leaning back in the booth. Rowan simply responded with a small shrug of her shoulders. Unsure whether to burst any hopes anyone had just yet, or wait until they were all together again once more. For now she'd wait, at least at that point she could disapoint them all at once. That thought was for sure a comforting out...

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Letta Hardcastle.
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Two weeks later and Letta still couldn't believe that her family was still missing. The anxiety surrounding her grandfather had hit quickly, but she was beginning to miss even her grandparents, as overbearing as they could be. When she first found them gone, she had taken their expensive car out for a spin, she ate whatever she wanted, slept in often, and wore whatever she wanted. But a few days into things, it got old quickly and she began to worry.

What helped to keep her from spiraling, were her friends and her writing. She was determined to figure out what happened to not only her family but her town as well. She wasn't the only one missing loved ones. Ben was missing his father, Bea was missing hers, and on and on. An evergrowing list of the missing.

That wasn't the only concerning thing about what was going on in Stockbridge. Those who were left, the survivors, reported seeing strange things around town. Things they couldn't explain. Their power would work, but they couldn't get any signals from outside of town. No radio. No tv. No cell signals. No internet. They were completely alone.

Letta stood in her room, shoving the things she needed into her satchel: her notebooks, her pens, a flashlight, and a few small "essentials" like chapstick, a small water bottle, and a granola bar. Tonight was another meeting of the survivors. Mostly to theorize just what might've happened to get them all into this mess, and how exactly they were going to get out of it. She looked forward to working with Rowan. She was an incredibly smart girl who always seemed to see things in ways the rest of the town didn't.

Before heading out of her bedroom, she grabbed her Canon Rebel DSLR camera, made her the cap was on tightly, before tossing the strap over her head and bounding down the stairs, shutting the door tightly behind her. She might be the only one living there, but if strange things were afoot in her town, she would like to know if they were cavorting in her bedroom. Plus, she made it clear that her home was open to those who needed it. The only way they were going to get through this thing is together.

She exited her home through the garage after checking every door leading to the outside was locked. She grabbed her rollerskates and shoved her socked feet into them, and rolled out, her boots held tight in one hand and her garage remote in the other. Just like that, she was off down her driveway and headed towards the diner.

She had stopped driving within the first week once they realized they couldn't reach the outside, or leave. If they weren't going to get any more gas, there was no point in wasting it when it could be used for other things in case of emergencies. Besides, this was a small enough town to get around in any way. Why not get some exercise in?

The air was chilly as she pushed her way through the empty streets. The sight still gave her the heebs. She was so used to the bustling of small-town life. Waving to the old man who owned the barbershop as he swept the hair from his floors. Or the produce woman who used to give her a free apple as she passed (if she was on foot or wearing skates). Both of them hadn't been seen since everyone else disappeared. The whole town was reduced to next to no one. She rubbed her arms, though she was warm enough under her jacket that she knew it wasn't from the cold. She could've sworn she was being watched.

Once the diner came into view, she sped towards it, hoping to chase whatever, or whoever was watching her. Or at the very least get enough distance that the feeling would leave her mind.

The ghosts of this town were going to get to her one day.

She reached for the door, pulling it open, swinging herself inside where she used her momentum to roll to a nearby table. Rowan and Dierdre were already there. The sight of the dark-haired, brooding... of Dierdre made her swallow the lump that formed in her throat. She quickly turned her attention to Rowan, giving her a peck on the cheek. "Hey, babe, sorry I'm late." She sat on the edge of the nearest vinyl seat and swapped her skates for her boots. Although I guess I'm early since it's just the three of us." She gave a nod to Deirdre by way of greeting.

She pulled out her phone and sent a request for an ETA to the rest of the group.






Ben Daniels.
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Ben sat on his front porch, a lit cigarette between his fingers. He took a drag, holding it, and blowing out the smoke in a chemical cloud. He knew he needed to get going or he'd be late for the "meeting". Normally, he would assume that no one would even notice he was missing. But since he began working with Bea, Letta, and Rowan and investigating the town, recording his podcast episodes, if not for any other reason than to just document the goings-on of Stockbridge... he felt seen. He didn't realize how chafing that would feel until he was constantly being looked at and talked to. It had been a long time since he had that kind of attention on him and it was definitely an adjustment.

He took another drag, allowing himself a moment of stillness, to savor the silence. Their small rickety house just outside the neighborhood was usually quiet, especially since it was just he and his father, but there was just something about the stillness around him that he wanted to savor for another moment. It was also a moment of calm before he would be around Bea Clarke again.

She wasn't chaos by any means. She just... caused his body a little chaos. His heart races when he sees her. He talks a little too fast sometimes. His mind moving a mile a minute. He wants to impress her. He wants to be himself. He wants to make her laugh. He doesn't think he's very funny. He blew out another puff of smoke and ran a hand through his dark hair with a sigh. He needed to shake the feelings. Bea was too good for the likes of him. A Misfit. The boy without a mom and an unstable father, raised in the party scene and moved to small town, Massachusetts. He traded board shorts and cargo pants for jeans and leather jackets. Though, strangely enough... if he allowed himself to think about it, he actually prefers this life.

Camping under the stars with friends. Seeing Bea smile. Kayla's hugs and guidance. They liked Ben for who he was and not the money in his pocket or his father's career. Just... Ben.

He took one last drag as the lit end neared the butt of the cigarette before he flicked it into a muddy section of his front yard where it would be doused by the moisture. Last thing they needed was a forest fire when there weren't any firemen around. He released the smoke into the air, watching it dissipate before as it rose into the night sky. Time to go. He thought. He grabbed his flashlight, his phone, a walkie, and his old skateboard, and made his way into town.

He thought about taking it bike to the diner, but he tried to use it only for emergencies. Gas was all around him but he didn't feel like siphoning it until he had to. For now, he would just ride. He arrived at the diner just in time to see Letta Hardcastle barreling towards the door and swinging her way inside. Almost like she was running from something. Ben squinted into the night, only really seeing shadows. He prayed none of those shadows moved any more than a shadow should. He tried not to let it cause him any unease. Before he walked inside, he pulled out his phone, typed a quick text to Bea before heading in.

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@ Skip's. cu soon. b safe

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Character Portrait: Theodora Pawlak-Iraklidis Character Portrait: Rowan Woods Character Portrait: Deirdre Worthington Character Portrait: Bea Clarke Character Portrait: Maximus Sawyer Character Portrait: Junpei Kubo
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b.e.axxc.l.a.r.k.e
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In all her years of living in Stockbridge, Bea had never known the town to be as quiet. Even at the dead of night, there was always something or someone around. But now, it was far too quiet. Far, far too quiet. Ever since the moment she'd woken up to a too-quiet town, she'd been waiting for something to happen. Her parents were gone. Everyone was gone. Until the texts had started coming through from the selected handful who were still there. She could have cried a little in relief when Rowan had texted her, soon followed by Deirdre, Toby, and Theo. And, of course, Ben. The whole situation was hard and terrifying, but at least she had all of them by her side to make it a little easier. She got lucky, with some of her favourite people in the world left by her side.

She'd taken to carrying her father's shotgun with her every time she left the house. She didn't know why, but it at least made her feel a little bit closer to him. He'd know exactly what to do in this circumstance. Bea tried to make sure that every decision that she made would make her father proud. She'd commandeered the Sheriff's Office, and people at least seemed to be respecting that. She'd gotten everyone sorted with walkie-talkies to allow them to communicate if their phones went down. She'd also stockpiled what she could of medical supplies, and kept them there, somewhere they could be at least controlled somewhat. She hadn't been so lucky with getting her hands on anything other than basic meds; it seemed that they had been one of the first things to disappear. Bea had all but taken over the role of Sheriff, it seemed, as protector of the people; although not in the ways she would have expected.

She swore softly to herself as she glanced down at her phone and realised the time. She was due to be at the diner soon, and she was still at the sheriff's station. She slung the shotgun across her back and began the trek across town. It was a pleasant trek, but not enough to relax her. It was only when her phone buzzed with a very specific text that she relaxed even the slightest little bit. There was a text from Letta, asking where everyone was. But what made her smile was the text from Ben, specifically to her, saying that he was already at Skip's. She fired back a quick response.

To: Ben
omw, be there in five :)


She hadn't known Ben for long, but in the time they had known each other, he'd already become one of a handful of people who could make her truly smile without even really having to try. He could always make her laugh without even really having to try. Nothing felt right in their current predicament, but when he was nearby, things felt... a little more right. She was truly glad that he hadn't disappeared as well.

She reached the diner and pushed the door open, waving to everyone who was already inside. "Hello, everyone," she called, sliding into a seat across from Rowan.

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