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Violet Taylor

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a character in “The Pier”, as played by Tye

Description

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Name:
Violet Christina Taylor

Nickname:
Vi, V

Age:
19

Birthday:
May 21st

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Place of Birth:
Plymouth, Massachusetts

Ethnicity:
50% Western European, 25% African American, 25% Native American

Face Claim:
Audreyana Michelle

Dialogue Color:
#888ce7

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History:
Violet was born an accident; the product of an abusive relationship between her mother and her on-again/off-again boyfriend, who doubled as her heroin dealer. Her mother came from a normal middle class family, but unfortunately, was one of the many people in America who fell into the "wrong crowd" during her teenage years and somehow ended up as another victim of the heroin epidemic. Her mother was unfit to care for a child, and willingly gave her parents, Ariana's grandparents, full custody of her just days after she was born. Her grandparents raised her for a year and a half before her grandfather had a stroke, and following that, they decided to move down south where the weather would make living a little bit easier. They were willing and ready to take Violet with them, but agreed to allow their other daughter to raise Violet with her children, as they knew that as they got older, it would be hard to take care of another child alone. Since she was so young when she moved in with her aunt, uncle and their two children, she grew up seeing them as her parents and siblings. Once she was old enough, she learned that they weren't truly, but she always referred to them in that manner, just because that was what they were to her, regardless of the technical biological relationship.

Her upbringing was fairly standard aside from that less-than-ideal birth situation. Her family fell into the middle class, and both of her parents had to work to ensure that she and her older siblings were able to live comfortably. As a child, she was vivacious, active, and sometimes a lot to handle. She had a positive spirit about her, and loved socializing. As she entered her teenage years, she still remained bold, but it grew, to an extent, into a defiant sort of bold. She remained a part of the "cool crowd", but in a way, it was the "wrong crowd" too. She realized that she loved drinking and partying once she realized that it was the cool thing to do, and she became one of those people obsessed with their reputation. She didn't want a reputation that was squeaky clean in perfect, so she wasn't obsessed with it in that way, but more-so, she wanted to make sure her reputation reflected how cool she was. She wanted everyone to know when she went out drinking, or when she had new clothes, or a cute boyfriend. It was an obsession with the superficial, and it led her to lose a sense of self. She started to become a bit of a problem child; translating her energy that was once just that of an innocent child who couldn't contain herself, into one who was always on the move, always doing something, but giving no regard for anyone else while doing it. She was the daughter that was throwing huge house parties when she knew her parents weren't going to be home, the student cheating off of other people's tests during class because she didn't care to study the night before, and the girl who prioritized her social media accounts over morals.

Her parents assumed that she was just going through a reckless teenage phase, and that maybe it was even related to their divorce, but it began to seem like more than that. Teenagers like that would get scared into ending their binge drinking after having to get their stomach pumped after a party during sophomore year. Teenagers like that would never try to buy alcohol with a fake ID again after being driven home by a cop who cut her a break, instead of trying to charge her with claiming a false identity. Teenagers like that would get their act together before failing four out of five of their first college classes. She wasn't like that. Those things never fazed her, because she didn't care. She felt like they were all so trivial; that she was meant for bigger and better things, and that when she got famous (for what, was still to be determined), that no one would care if she went to college, or went to church every Sunday, or was nice to the weird kid who had no friends. She wasn't looking to acceptance at a regional level. She didn't care about personal relationships, when she was prioritizing people liking a version of her that wasn't really her.
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Outgoing, Lively, Bold, Loyal, Independent

Negative Personality Traits:
Irresponsible, Reckless, Thoughtless, Shallow, Selfish

Personality:
One of the most prominent traits that Violet possesses is her self-centered nature. It's not glaringly obvious in a sense where one would interact with her once and go, "wow, what a selfish bitch". Instead, it's just easy to pick up through her everyday actions that she only thinks about herself. She's not selfish in a malicious or intentional sense, but more-so in a way where it's become second nature to her. You could be in the middle of a group conversation and catch her out of the corner of your eye taking selfies of herself, because she decided that the lighting was too good to pass up, and she didn't care for the topic of conversation anyway. She can be very thoughtless in that sense, where she does things without thinking about any of the potential consequences, or how they might affect others. She isn't the type to typically be blatantly rude to people, but it's that tendency to not realize that she's supposed to consider other people's feelings that sometimes makes her come off that way.

She's superficial and materialistic, and definitely is the type to judge a book by its cover and not really be ashamed about admitting that. She's not necessarily bratty or demanding in that sense though, especially since she didn't grow up in a family where BMWs and Gucci were the standard. She likes nice things because she thinks that they're more fitting to her image than Hondas and clothes from Target. She knows that that's not her reality right now, so she works with what she has, but she's definitely into her appearance and her image. She's very much obsessed with social media, makeup, and looking like the kind of girl who's just supposed to be living in California or New York City, somehow living a luxurious life without having to work a minute in their life. It's why one of her most proud moments ever was when she hit 2,500 Instagram followers a few weeks back.

She is still young, naive, and irresponsible, even if she doesn't realize it. She's stupid when it comes to prioritizing things, and she likes to think that everything will just fall into place without her having to try. Regardless of her flaws, though, she's a fun friend to have. She's good at offering advice, loves to hype up her girl friends, and is very adventurous and always willing to try something new and have fun. She has a vibrant personality that tends to attract people, though it's worth noting that many of her friendships with people outside of family friends/those who have known her since she was a child, are based off of superficial things and tend to end in drama, or just die off quickly on their own. She outgrows people quickly, but to the few people who know the more truer version of herself, she's a model friend.

So begins...

Violet Taylor's Story

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Character Portrait: Eida Grace Character Portrait: Moriah Morales Character Portrait: Delilah Everly Character Portrait: Sabrina Murray Character Portrait: Violet Taylor Character Portrait: Malachi Donaghue
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Setting:
Santa Monica, California

Apartment Setup:
The Pier Towers: 1537 4th Street, Santa Monica, CA

Apartment 4A: Stella Murray, Violet Taylor, Caleb Lovely, Malachi Donaghue

Apartment 4B: Sabrina Murray, Eida Grace, Bennett Ryan, Gabriel Taylor

Apartment 4C: Greyson Murray, Moriah Morales, Delilah Everly, Christopher Holland

(The apartments are located on the 4th floor. All residents have access to apartment building rooftop, and laundry room in the basement.

Move in Date:
June 1st, 2017 (Thursday)

Move out Date:
August 16th, 2017 (Wednesday)
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Jobs:

All of the characters will work at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. restaurant on the pier on Monday from 2 PM - 8 PM, and Wednesday and Friday from 11 AM - 6 PM.

Waitstaff: Caleb, Malachi ,Gabriel, Moriah
Busboys/Busgirls: Eida , Bennett
Kitchen staff: Greyson , Delilah
Hostess: Stella , Violet
Bartenders: Christopher, Sabrina


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Character Portrait: Eida Grace Character Portrait: Moriah Morales Character Portrait: Delilah Everly Character Portrait: Sabrina Murray Character Portrait: Violet Taylor Character Portrait: Malachi Donaghue
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Date: Thursday, June 1st / 2:00 PM
Location: The Pier Towers: 1537 4th Street, Santa Monica, CA


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Dialogue Color: #005722
Christopher was shocked that his flight from Boston had actually went smoothly. He wasn't a very frequent traveler, maybe flying once or twice a year for local vacations when he had the money, but that didn't stop him from thinking that airlines always somehow fucked things up. For someone who had access in involvement in drugs to an extent where getting Xanax wouldn't be that difficult, it's shocking that Chris still flew sober, because he hated flying. He felt like he was cursed when it came time to do so, as if all of the few times he flew things were delayed for one reason or another. Thankfully, his flight touched down in Los Angeles at around noon, and though it took a little while to get his bags, and then to deal with some traffic on the roads (as he expected, given LA's notoriety for it), he arrived at The Pier Towers at around one o'clock. Luckily, he was one of the last to arrive, and the Murrays were already there, which meant that they were able to get their keys and start the move in process with little time wasted on the cheesy and unnecessarily emotional "oh my god, I missed you!!!"s that could be expected with a group like this. Chris had missed (most of) them too, but he was glad that everyone seemed keen on getting their heavy bags into their apartments and getting settled before actually catching up. Even if the three hour time difference wasn't catching up to him quite yet in terms of feeling tired since it was only three o'clock on his body's time, he was hungry, and that was what gave him the motivation to actually unpack his things once he got to his room. If he didn't have food as the thing pressing him to get settled so he could move on and address it, then it wouldn't have been even slightly surprising for Chris to live out of his luggage for the next two and a half months.

After hanging what he didn't want to wrinkle in the closet, and shoving everything else into drawers in his dresser, he took a few minutes to arrange the rest of his things. He was surprised that he was going to get to have his own bathroom, but then again, it was the Murrays who had arranged this whole thing. He knew that they lived a different quality of life than he was used to, even if they weren't always obnoxious about it. Additionally, he reminded himself that he knew that this was going to be a sick deal when he walked into it. Mr. and Mrs. Murray had always been generous, but allowing them to rent a few of the apartments in the new building that Mr. Murray's company had just finished remodeling was on a whole different playing field than letting Chris tag along on one or two of their summer vacations years ago, or allowing him to take home all of the leftovers when Mrs. Murray cooked her famous chicken parm dish. Even if nothing else worked out, Chris had already decided that this summer was going to be a good one, because he was living in a nice apartment at a price that seemed dirt cheap, even compared to what he was used to back in Massachusetts, where things already cost less than California.

This was going to be a summer of renewal for him. A fresh start. After his breakup with Eida, it was no secret that Christopher had hit rock bottom. For the two years that they had been dating, he had miraculously rid himself of the excessive habits he had in drinking, partying, and the likes. He recognized that they were all empty habits with no benefits, but he had become addicted to them over the years of engaging in them. It was more than an addiction, really. Those things had become a part of his personality and identity, and abandoning them had meant abandoning hobbies and friends that went along with it. He had been so head over heels for Eida, that somehow, none of that mattered then, like it had mattered the many other times that he had tried to get his act together before. She was the first girl that he had fallen for, and he was just as surprised by it as anyone else. Even with their breakup being civil, and somewhat expected, Chris found himself feeling like he had lost his new identity. And what did he have to fall back on? The only other "him" he knew, fit with coping habits that he knew would numb the pain quickly. He was jobless, and back to drinking excessively and partying on the regular within a few weeks of the breakup. It sucked, and Chris was embarrassed that he let things fall apart so easily, but he also was trying to cut himself some slack. He had time to mope and hit rock bottom, and that was fine, as long as this summer, he picked himself up again and moved on. Doing so while spending basically every day with that ex-girlfriend right in his vicinity would be hard, and he knew that, but at this point, he had no other choice. Doing this surely beat spending the summer in his parents' basement, since his lease had just recently ended up his apartment, and he had no money to secure a new one back in Boston any time soon anyway.

Living in the same apartment as Greyson Murray was going to be awkward, and Chris was willing to admit that. He felt bad for what had happened years ago, when he was nothing short of a dick, and drunkenly beat the kid up for what he interpreted as him hitting on him. It was a bad thing to do, especially given how close he was with the Murray family at the time, and though it was no excuse, Chris could only blame it on him being young, and beyond stupid. He wouldn't deny that he was a complete asshole when he was younger, though he wasn't as willing to see that his personality hadn't changed that much since then. At least as much as he liked to act like it had. Other than Greyson, though, Chris didn't mind Delilah and Moriah as his two other roommates. With a closed fist, he banged on Moriah's bedroom door, saying, "Come on, sunshine. Let's go see if Sabrina's finally D-T-F this summer. I need a good wingman in my corner, because you know that nothing goes better with a summer in California than a pretty blonde," he said, with that not-much-has-changed showing through in his personality with that remark, especially considering that he knew that Sabrina's brother was possibly within hearing distance.

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Character Portrait: Violet Taylor Character Portrait: Stella Murray
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Violet Taylor

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Simply put, Violet was thrilled to be spending the summer in California. She didn't care about who she was spending it with, so much as that she was going to be living what seemed like a dream life to her, for a few months. Sure, she would have to work, and working at a restaurant nonetheless didn't seem that enthralling, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make to get to spend a few months in a state as iconic as California. This was her first time visiting the state, as her family had never taken a group trip there while she was growing up, so that was one more reason fueling her excitement for the summer. After she had been forced to drop out of Pace University due to bad grades, and her parents refusal to pay for a second semester at the school since she was already on probation after the failing grades the first semester, her plans for the future had come to a halt. In theory, she never had any real plans for the future. She hadn't cared where she went to college, as long as it was somewhere cool, so once she was accepted to a school in New York, the details and actual academic work didn't matter to her. She spent her days absorbing the city - going to cool clubs and bars, eating at restaurants that would deplete the money her parents begrudgingly sent her every week, and taking pictures of herself everything. Lots of pictures. Her Instagram account was as active as ever, and as she liked to put it, she was living her best life, and had pictures to prove it.

When all of that ended and she had to move back home, she felt like life was over. She didn't enroll in any classes for the spring at her local community college (because her parents said that that was the only college they would invest in for her, given with her poor track record) because she needed time for her pity-party, but when they threatened to bar her from the California trip, she was quick to meet with an advisor and schedule classes for the fall. She told herself that it was a sacrifice she needed to make, because if this summer went as well as she expected it to, she wouldn't even be in Massachusetts come fall. She would meet someone in California that would make her famous. For what, she didn't quite know, but she just knew that she was too good to continue living life as a normal person. She was meant to live a life of fame, freedom and money, and though she didn't have any particular skills that deserved to get her there, she was still confident that fate would take her there. Her chances to get there in New York had been cut short, but she was sure that this trip to California was God's way of giving her a second chance at that. Not even Gabe failing miserably at understanding the concept of lighting while she made him take photos of her at the airport so she could add a jet setter vibe to her Instagram managed to ruin her vibe, and that said something.

Now that she was settled in, with her room looking as up to par as she could make it with what she had packed, she was ready to start this adventure. Before she could really do much, though, she found herself in Stella's bedroom (which unsurprisingly, looked ten times better than Violet's). Even if once Stella started dating Gabe, her coolness had been demoted in Violet's opinion, she still thought pretty highly of Stella. "I feel like you totally need to like consider ditching my brother this summer. Like, I just feel like we're literally going to meet so many guys this summer and you don't need to be weighed down by someone who's less interesting than watching paint dry on a wall. You could do a lot better, Stella," she insisted, making herself at home as she lounged on the girl's bed, purposely depreciating her brother's value, as she liked to do just to cause trouble when she was feeling bored.

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Character Portrait: Violet Taylor Character Portrait: Stella Murray Character Portrait: Gabriel Taylor
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Like her sister (though she was unaware of that), Stella was just finishing her post-shower routine by the time that two o'clock rolled around. Although she normally preferred showering at night, after spending hours on a crowded plane, she knew that she would have felt disgusting all day had she not rinsed off those germs, so after her room was set up, she was quick to hop into the shower. Not only did it help her feel cleansed physically, but mentally as well. As much as she tried to hide it, the fact of the matter was that Stella was more stressed out lately than she had ever been in her life. The peak of it had come a few months back, when the weight of medical school, on top of all of the other expectations she had set for herself, was crippling her ability to live. No one, even her very close friends, would expect it from what they knew of Stella, but panic attacks had become regular occurrences, and before the semester was over, she had started seeing a psychiatrist who had prescribed her Zoloft. Given that Stella was in medical school, it should have been a given that she would treat her mental health as seriously as her physical health, but in addition to taking far longer than she should have to seek out help initially, she also only took the anti-anxiety medication sporadically. Even though she knew that she was smart enough to know that stigmas around mental health were untrue and damaging, something in the back of her mind still convinced her that she would be admitting to being weak and flawed if she took medication for anxiety regularly, and so she opted to be stupid and only take it as a panic-stricken measure after having a breakdown... hence why she kept having them, probably.

Her relaxing shower had put her into a fairly decent mood, and it kept her feeling more inclined to smirk and roll her eyes at Violet's words, than snapping at her. The latter could have been a possibility too, given that Stella's conscience was guilty when it came to the exact topic that Violet was talking about, so she was even more grateful for feeling calm at the moment, because it kept her pleasant. With her hair blow dried, and now fully dressed, she idly touched up a few things in her room, making sure that everything looked neat and in its place, as she chatted with Violet. "I'm very happy with Gabe," she confirmed, giving the girl a knowing look. "You know that." It was a lie, or at least somewhat of a lie, because while she had grown to really enjoy Gabe's company, and she was happy when she was with him, it was a lie to say that she was happy with the situation overall. Their relationship (on Stella's end) had only arisen due to Stella wanting to have what Sabrina wanted, leaving her sister incapable of having it herself. She hadn't exactly thought that through, and years later, here she was in what was now a long term relationship that she wasn't nearly as invested in as Gabe was. She didn't let that show, but it was beginning to become an act that she was struggling to maintain when she had so much else on her plate.

"I'm down for helping you find yourself a cute little summer fling though," she added, as she picked up her phone to see that it was finally fully charged again. "One that won't lead to you failing out of college, of course," she added, pulling her eyes away from the screen for a moment to glance back at the girl as she referenced the relationship that she knew had occurred between Caleb and Violet a while back. It had seemed just as odd and misplaced to Stella as it probably did to everyone else, and tough she knew that Violet was definitely 100% at fault for failing out of school, she couldn't help but to repeat an opinion that Gabe had had on it after Violet first moved back home, just to play that "all-knowing older sister" role that she felt most comfortable in.

To: Gabe
Lunch :)??

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Character Portrait: Eida Grace Character Portrait: Moriah Morales Character Portrait: Sabrina Murray Character Portrait: Violet Taylor Character Portrait: Stella Murray Character Portrait: Bennett Ryan
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This was what Gabe needed – a nice, long, refreshing summer of pure relaxation. California gave off that vibe completely, being a place that Gabe envisioned to be one filled with palm trees, and surfers, and people who were never in a rush to be anywhere other than where they were. Surprisingly, this was his first time in the state. He had been on the west side of the country before, during a trip to Las Vegas for a friend’s twenty-first birthday, and when he visited The Grand Canyon as a kid, but he had never made his way to the golden state before. Before this summer, he had never had a specific reason to, and with how busy he tended to be, it was often easier to book smaller weekend getaways to New York or Miami when he had the money and needed to relax. California had always just been too inconvenient and out of the way, so he was relieved to finally have an excuse to visit, and in this case, not just visit, but actually live there for a few months. After graduating from medical school this past spring, he knew that he not only needed, but deserved, some time to relax. He was lucky that his residency didn’t start until the fall, as many of his fellow classmates had positions that started immediately after graduation, and he was even luckier that his schedule happened to align with those of his friends, some of whom he knew were just as busy as him, and others who… who probably found that this vacation was easier to fit into their schedules. As was the case with Chris, who had knocked on the apartment door just as Gabe was about to open it to leave.

To: Stella
You read my mind ;). Preferences or should we let the others pick?

Stella’s text coincided with the knocking, and answering that as he used his other hand to open the door left him with a momentary delay in actually realizing that it was Chris and greeting him. When he did look up though, a grin fell into place almost automatically. Though he had his flaws, Chris was one of Gabriel’s closest, and longest lasting friendships. They had grown up together, gotten into trouble together, and eventually, taken different roads in life, but regardless of that, they had managed to remain close. Chris was always there when Gabe needed a night out to drink away his worries, and even if he tended to feel like Chris needed to act his age more frequently, he tended to go more lightly on Chris than he would anyone else, simply because they were friends. It was why he had excused many of his more oblivious faults and poor actions, like the incident with Greyson. “What’s up, man?” he greeted with a wide smirk. “Surprised your ass is up at this hour. Still recovering from your never ending hangover, or did you decide to give being a functional human being a shot, and didn’t get yourself almost-kicked-off-the-flight-drunk on your way here?” he inquired.

Still standing in the doorway, he remembered Stella’s text, and letting Chris in, he moved a bit deeper into the apartment to call out to the others. He assumed they were in there, though he had been in the zone enough as he organized his space, that it was possible that he missed them slipping out. “Sabrina, your sister wants to eat,” he called out, smiling as he continued with, “so you know that that means that it’s time to eat.” Despite dating her, Gabe wouldn’t hesitate to poke fun at Stella’s tendencies to be rather controlling. He liked to think of it as a positive traits- like she knew what she want and was confident in herself. “Eida, Bennett, you guys hungry?” he continued, still speaking loud enough that he hoped they could hear from their bedrooms, if that was where they were. As he looked back to Chris, his voice lowered to an appropriate noise level, however. “So, yeah, think I’m gonna grab lunch with Stella. Your people all in your apartment? I’ll text my sisters and see if they’re hungry,” he added, as he pulled out his phone to do just that.

To: Moriah, Violet
Getting lunch if you’re hungry