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    NAME Rigby Connie Bachmeier.
    AGE Rigby is 24 as of the 11 of April.
    PERSONA Rigby is a master of fronts and deception. Getting to know Rigby is basically like descending into the nine levels of hell in all honesty. Believe it or not, Rigby has a lot more to her than just smiles and dinosaur jokes. In fact, there's a lot that goes unnoticed within her. Despite her usually hanging around at social gatherings and events trying to chat someone up or being surrounded by a group, she is in fact very anxious and nervous, she despises attention and she has a lot going up in her head.


    At a glance, Rigby seems to be very quiet and innocent. She's constantly smile and looking toward the bright side of everything - she shares her optimism and positive outlooks with everyone and will try her best to light up the room. She's usually determined on making people happy, which has been a dangerous path for her. However, she even looks to the bright side on that can continues working to make people happy. So, at the surface, Rigby is really just a big sweetheart. Notable traits - creative, optimistic, friendly, kind, upbeat, social, talkative, loud, bold, brave, interesting, intelligent.


    Then, you get to know her a little more. She's a lot more thoughtful and philosophical, even poetic. Rigby will never look at something with a dull eye, but instead sees "an animal that is gifted with wings to fly around and spread its cheer with us, lowly humans who do nothing but harm it". You'll find she enjoys quiet areas like libraries or museums. She also begins to talk about having her own private space. Rigby isn't very good at speaking, actually. If she's known you for more than a week, she feels pressured to be the best she can be. So, she'll ramble on and stammer quite a bit. She'll crack bad puns and tell you strange riddles. Notable traits - socially awkward, quiet, reserved, quirky, poetic, still somewhat distant.


    Rigby will begin to show her more ... interesting side. She will avoid being at very crowded places and she'll show obvious anxiety in such spaces. Rigby will continue her thoughtful speaking and will feel more open to sharing her ideas with you, and may become slightly more bold when it comes to speaking. You'll find she is very much a daredevil and, despite her trying to avoid situations that'll force her to answer questions, she may drag you into doing things you've never thought of doing before. She'll show her love for anything that gets her adrenaline going such as rollercoasters, car racing (even if it's illegal), bungee jumping and so on. Rigby may be showing more confidence, her more talkative side and feel less pressured. Notable traits - anxious, thoughtful, a little more open, impulsive, curious, daredevil, rebellious.


    Rigby might become more comfortable with opening up to you - she may even begin sharing her true feelings with you. However, at this point, she'll begin to reach out for help but more .. under the radar. If she trusts you enough to let you stick around this long, she'll become a bit clingy and will show her appreciation for you sticking around. She may send you a million texts an hour to make sure your okay and may call you in the middle of the night to make sure you're sleeping okay. She'll worry easily - she's afraid to lose you, too. notable traits - easily worried, clingy, nervous, open, caring, even more anxious, scared.


    Later on, you may find Rigby is a very hot headed and short tempered girl. She's also very double sided. The A side of her is just talking to people, constantly giggling, daisies and kittens - seriously. She's a happy girl one moment, until you turn her over and play the B side. She's short tempered and her fists can be flying at any moment. She takes * from no one - never will, never has. she's very defiant and stubborn, possibly aggressive to a certain extent. But, you will see that she'll put up her dukes to defend you. She's loyal and loving and will probably take a bullet for you. Notable traits - loyal, aggressive, short tempered, quick to strike back, sarcastic, moody, hot headed, quick for anger, tough.


    If you've gotten to this point, you'll find Rigby is deep inside a very scared and depressed girl. While the smiles are always passed around, her looks are deceiving. She's mastered the art of deception that many will not even recognize. It may be surprising to find that she is a bit, well, crazy. Her insomniac habits cause her to be grumpy and easily irritated. She'll be very shy and hesitant to let you go, maybe even to a slightly terrifying point. Rigby has lived a life of losing people - she won't want to lose you. However, you'll find she's still understanding and will listen to you and will feel more comfortable hanging around you. Congratulations for getting this far, kid. notable traits - deceiving, depressed, scared, grumpy, shy, unconfident, insecure, tends to care way too much of what people think, sensitive, takes criticism too hard, over achiever, works too hard to make people happy, attached, doubtful, not easily calmed.


    HISTORY Rigby was adopted into a very resourceful family - a CEO of a company and a musical actress who already had two other kids to handle. At first, it was as a favor to some relatives, sort of as a half way home, but then the couple decided to keep her for good. By the time Rigby was five, her life was planned for her and she wouldn't have to work a single day in her life. She's the epitome of trust fund baby ... or at least she was. Rigby grew up in luxury, having almost everything she could dream of at her fingertips. However, the only thing she didn't have is a real family. When Rigby would cry, a butler would simply rush to give her a bottle. If she needed someone to talk to, it was generally the nanny who did it. her older siblings weren't around much - they had things to do in other states, even other countries.


    Finally, a nanny was hired to watch over Rigby at all times. She loved the Nanny with all her heart. She would tell young Rigby stories over other worlds, of fantasy lands, even stories of when she would travel around as a missionary. Egypt, Haiti, Scotland. She would teach Rigby important things and would help her with her homework since no one else was really there to do it. Her parents found that out and soon hired a tutor. Still, Nanny continued working with Rigby as if they were mother and daughter. Every day, Nanny would take Rigby to her ballet classes, even would teach her piano on the side, and got Rigby into painting and reading more.


    Soon after, Rigby's mother ended up having another child - a baby boy in which Rigby and Nanny immediately grew attached to. While their parents were gone or if nanny wasn't in, Rigby would sit by his crib and retell Nanny's stories, even when he grew older. Her brother was one of the only reasons she wanted to grow up and be a good person.


    When Rigby turned thirteen, things took a turn. There was a big party somewhere that her mother attended - her husband wasn't "up to it". So her mother left, but when she returned, she found he had brought another woman to her home. Hell broke loose. Long story short, she divorced him. He moved on, but she didn't. She collapsed into drugs and drinking. When Rigby told her mother about Nanny and the stories she learned, Nanny was fired. Her mother felt Nanny was poisoning Rigby's young mind. Rigby was heart broken and was unsure of who to turn to. Finally, Rigby escaped and began exploring out of the mansion. While it was scary at first, it ended up almost like the fantasy worlds Nanny taught her.


    She would bribe the driver not to rat on her and to take her and her brother out of town and other places. She found an arcade where she would challenge her driver to those dancing games, a record store full of dusty vinyl and never used CD's. One night she returned with her newest loot and goes straight to listen to her music with her brother. Her mother walks in, saying they have to talk. Her mother discovered she was sneaking out and that Rigby was becoming too hard to handle when in reality, she didn't handle her at all. So, another nanny was hired - a militant, strict one. One who wouldn't even let Rigby be in her own room for an hour at a time, or so much as sit down to tell stories to her kid brother. Even though Rigby had a recently quit ballet to go into sports or immerse herself more into music, she was forced back into classes. Horseback riding became a regular - even though she enjoyed it, it became unenjoyable since she was forced into it. Lacrosse. Tennis. Oh my.


    OTHER ok heads up that I have personally never done a g x g thread, but i love this plot and stuffs. so i hope I won't be too terrible at this oops uwu

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    There I was, sitting on a bench located inside the local airport, sipping on a steaming hot cup of vanilla macchiato, my brownish-amber orbs glued to the flight schedule that was mounted high above my head. if it wasn't already obvious to the human eye, I was tired. and I mean tired. the 'you look like shit and coffee seems to be your only way of staying awake' kind of tired. to be quite honest, I haven't gotten an ounce of sleep for the past few days due to multiple reasons. Stress and constant anxiety were major contributing factors, unfortunately.


    Anyways, today was the big day I finally return to my hometown after a good four years of disappearing without a clue given on to where I was headed and why. I left behind some good people, too. one of them was my girlfriend- well, ex-girlfriend now, but you get the point. and out of all people, she should've been the first person I told, but I didn't. and like an ass, I kept everything hidden from her. but believe me, when I say if I could tell her, I would in a heartbeat. hell, we had been dating since way back when and I was more than comfortable with sharing my feelings with her. eh... just not a few specific ones.


    Oh! And what was even worse than lying to her? yep, you guessed it! leaving her. can you believe that? I fucking left, just like that. without a word, without anything. just poof! gone. I had hoped over the years that she had found someone better than me. it was most probable that she did. I wouldn't blame her for it either. I'd do the same.


    So finally I snapped out of my mental battle of brooding over my problems. there was no point in whining over spilled milk. things were over and done with. standing up, I shuffled over to a trash can and threw away the now empty cup. my eyes shifted back to the schedule, scanning over the flights. I guess it was my cue to go and catch my plane. I definitely didn't want to get left behind. especially not in this stupid town.


    On the flight back home I was wide awake, surprisingly. I guessed it was all because of my heart that was beating a million times a second. Yeah, I was all jittery and whatnot, and my mind was buzzing with thousands upon thousands of questions. I just couldn't relax with my nerves bouncing of the walls of my body. I couldn't wait to get off of this damn plane. Too bad for me though... I had more than enough hours than I'd like to have stuck here.


    && I apologize if this is garbage ;v; I'm not the best with starting posts.
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    DANG I'M SORRY FOR NOT REPLYING. I got sick for the past two weeks and I've been up to my chin in school work still am tbh. Hopefully this post won't be too *ty. my muse has gone kapoot




    Rigby curled around the petite arms wrapped around her waist, her own body covered by a delicate cocoon of grid-patterned sheets. The girl next to her slept soundly, unaware that Rigby had awoken unintentionally before sunrise. No matter how badly Rigby wanted to scramble out of bed, she didn't in fear of waking her partner up. Even though she had grown uncomfortable from laying in the same almost-fetal position for the past forever, she didn't dare to move. The whole time, Rigby tried to keep her mind occupied and distract herself from the odd pains that stung her back and the aching in her neck. Anything. From the way Her makeup stained Rigby's pillow, to what she wanted to make for breakfast. Anything. The way the dog slept soundly in the corner. The way the kitchen sink's faucet dripped and broke up the deep silence. The way Rigby slept next to her new lover in Urie's shirt. The sound of cars hissing below, the two girls protected way up high in a brick apartment building. The shower robe tossed on the floor. How much the thought of Urie made her chest burn. all signs pointed to Urie in the end. By the time Rigby had enough, she had finally gathered enough guts to softly part from Her and find something presentable to wear. Rigby even gave up putting on some actual clothes and departed to the kitchenette in her underwear and Urie's shirt.




    The tall femme stood silently with her back leaned against the counter, the pot of coffee bubbling softly next to her. Within moments, the delicate yet satisfying scent of strong, black coffee permeated the stale perfume and clung to the walls. Rigby stayed silent, however, and didn't bother to crawl over onto Her and wrestle Her until She woke up. It wasn't worth it right now. Finally, she poured herself her drink, sipping it softly, then finally got dressed. Four years later, she's still wearing Urie's shirt. Of course, when She would compliment the shirt, Rigby would be like "oh yeah, I got it from an old friend." You know. Avoid telling her new lover about her past.




    You would think that four years later, Rigby would be totally over it. Rigby [i]is

    sort of over it. Obviously, she's found someone new, she's okay again, she's not beating herself over it like when Urie first left. Hell, she's even got a new job and is actually motivated to go to that job. The thought of the beautiful girl from her past doesn't weigh her down too much anymore. She has some times where Urie pops up in her head, but Rigby manages to plow through it. Urie is sort of like a ghost from the past; sometimes Rigby will see her or hear her, but she's gone within moments. Maybe that's all Urie was? Maybe she was a ghost to haunt Rigby, even before she up and left with no word. Whatever. It doesn't bug Rigby anymore. This isn't a sick romance novel anymore. Things are okay and will be okay. At least Rigby hopes so.




    Rigby waited a moment, actually a while, before calling the Labrador over and hooking him up to a cheap lead. She contemplated on waking Her up, but when Rigby went to check up on Her, She was still all bundled up in the blankets, sleeping soundly. She seemed to peaceful to be woken up. Rigby didn't want to be the one to ruined Her peace. So, instead, Rigby makes her way out with a chocolate Lab at her heels, her mind set on the park downtown. The one where she sits down, reads a book about poetry or something, then starts talking to some philosophical homeless man. He's a nice guy. She hopes he'll be there today.




    The tall girl strolled down the sidewalk, head down, one hand in her pocket, one ear bud blasting Blondie, a big old dog trotting along by her heels. Rigby would usually be doing her morning jog, especially in this nice weather, but today just didn't feel right. Instead, she just strolled in all black attire and worn converse, dodging eye contact with everyone until the specific grassy hill where she usually plays with her dog comes into sight.




    [s]this sucked WHOA

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