AMBER BLUM
"I'm just a little bi-furious!" - Roxy Richter, Scott Pilgrim vs The World
NATURENATIONALITY • Jewish American
BORN • New York City, New York, USA LIVES • Chicago or New York AGE RANGE • 23 to 29 BIRTHDAY • November 18th SEXUAL ORIENTATION • Bisexual HEIGHT - WEIGHT • 5'4" - 125 pounds HAIR - EYES • Brown - Brown GLASSES • No |
NURTURELANGUAGES • English, Hebrew
OCCUPATIONS • Mechanic EDUCATION • High School NERVOUS TICK • Tearing Stockings WEAKNESSES • Mayonnaise TIME OF DAY • Any (sleeps anywhere) PIERCINGS • Ears, Both Nipples TATTOOS • Chest, Thighs, Back SMOKES • Yes (too much) |
NOTESHOBBIES • Riding Her Motorcycle
EXERCISE • None MUSIC • Jain, Balkan Beat Box MOVIES • Anime BOOKS • Manga, Monkey Wrench Gang FOOD • Anything With Mayo DRINKS • Coffee, Tequila COLORS • Teal, Grey, Orange PET • None |
CHARACTER SAMPLE
SCIENCE FICTION • CIRCA 2016
“Where in fucks sake are we?” The words cut into the small space, the slight woman turning over on the long bucket seat of Marta’s transport before collapsing onto the ground. Groaning Amber was pulling herself up, thick legs on a small torso jumbled about on the ground in the club dress, a palm pressed to her forehead as she looked around. “Is this Marta’s fucking transport?”
“Yeah.”
With blinking eyes Amber turned her face up, dark eyes set in her face as she cringed at the way the artificial light of the city was starting to flow into the transparent ceiling of the vehicle. “You are rather quiet Arthur, what exactly has your tongue?”
He had not slept, a hand leaving its place resting along the ledge under what could be described as the window, fingers pressing into the bridge of his nose. “A hang over. Worry.”
Picking herself off the floor of the transport Amber reached up for the seat, hand slipping for a moment with a squeak against artificial leather before finding herself a place to rest. Crossing her ankles she looked over at Arthur, the man looking slight, hankered, as he was slumped in the seat. “Worry?”
“Yeah, Marta and Rothko never came back. They told us to meet at the diner, I waited for a few hours, and now I have been having the damned transport take us past every now and then. Random, at least I hope I am being so. I am not really paying attention.”
“Well fuck.”
“Yup.”
Slipping fingers into her hair Amber ruffled her hair, glitter and color powder making a small halo around her head and catching in her eye as she cringed. “Ah shit.” Rubbing at her eyes she growled out a breath, red eyes looking up at Arthur. “So what do we do?”
Looking over at the petite woman he shrugged, “I am not sure. A police officer had a drawing of the two last night, asked if I saw them.”
Wide growing eyes spread over her face, emphasizing the red color that streaked around brown pupils. “Maybe Mark? She may have gone to him if the police are involved.”
“Doubtful. Mark was at the club last night, got a bit violent with Marta. She took off, that’s when the police arrived. She was looking for Rothko.”
Sliding down the seat Amber started to pile up her petite body on the seat, kicking one leg up onto the back of the bench and ignoring the indecency of her short dress, “god fucking dammit it all. That fucking asshole…”
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
“I tend to Arthur.”
“A true wordsmith you are.” He forced a breathy grin before turning his face back out the window, “it’s been nine hours, I really have no idea what to do at this point. Besides, perhaps see if I can talk to someone, see if they were arrested, but then…”
“You don’t really want to peek interest?”
“Exactly…”