|Full Name:||Suzanne Vargas|
|Date of Birth:||December 23rd, 1996|
|Hair Colour:||Dark Brown|
|Played By:||Saoirse Ronan|
|Things I like||Who knows me||Places I stay|
|• Helping the helpless||• The homeless||• Libraries and book stores|
|• Walking through the city||• The downtrodden||• Parks and Cafes|
|• People Watching||• This sickly||• Tent City|
Sacha - I met you at Prospect Roasters on my first day back in town. It think You have a good heart, and that counts for a lot. Hope to see you at the homeless shelter volunteering your time or donating food and clothing.
Molly - I met you in the admin office at UCP - along with Friendly Mike (who you said was married, but that wasn't really an answer to my question, was it?). Thanks for the book; and thanks for letting me into the UCP library. I promise to return everything I borrowed. Someday. Hopefully before I die.
Lou - I met you at the bar down south. You were friendly, and direct, and made me feel comfortably uncomfortable. Sorry I left in such a rush. That was just a little too intense for me.
Rick - I met you at Maple Park. You were dragging your feet with going on a jog, so I distracted you with offers a mediocre sandwich and half-hashed conversations. You're a young lawyer who worries too much about their clients. But you like the Tappet Brothers (you are missed, Tom) and share their accent. Good things in my opinion.
Robin - I met you at maple park, too! I was eating a dinner of soup out of my thermos and hanging out by the fountain when you sat nearby with your coffee. We talked about holding a defensive line against the rambunctious children who were planning an eminent attack! That attack never happened, but you did offer me a job. Which is funny. I mean, if you knew me like I knew me, you'd never want to hire me. And I promise, I will totally understand if you end up firing me. I know I would.
Erin - I met you at Paint Your Art Out. You had sweet coffee, and offered the full cup to me. That was generous of you, and I almost accepted. But sometimes I don't feel like I deserve sweet things. And sometimes I think I desire the bitter things more.
Triss - I met you at that bar I use to sometimes escape the world. You were strange, and friendly, and kind. I really enjoyed the time shared over drinks and ice cream. New experiences are always the best things to share, dontcha think? I'm sure our paths will cross again - and hopefully soon.
Nico - I met you at Paint Your Art Out after my first day of work there. I was taken aback by your height and looks. I hope my stares didn't offend too much. It was the end of my shift, and I was feeling a bit tired and out of place. I tried to greet you as a customer, but forgot the name of the store. And in front of my boss, too. That's how it goes sometimes. Good luck with the lessons, and hope your sculpture comes out the way you want.
Mindi - I met you at the Oceanography Dept. Foyer Café late one night, where we drank some of your booze and talked about reading, travel, and delicious regret. You're the most delightful A.S.S. I have ever met - but to be honest, you are the only A.S.S. I have ever met. Hope to meet up again.
Dash - I met you in an alley, recovering from a serious bender. You were in pretty bad shape when I found you, but nothing that a few ibuprofen and some coffee couldn't fix.
Conn - I met you at The Murder of Crows. You were a most gracious host, and suggested the lamb chops and a fine cider. That was such a fine meal, thank you. I hope to hear you and your boyfriend play on stage sometime. And thanks for the talk about polygons and aromatics. I'm being silly, of course - the topics were much deeper than that, and I truly respect your candor and your acceptance.
Wynnona - I met you at Club Extacy - an appropriately named yet poorly spelled club full of neon trails and acid-trip dancers. We chatted at the bar, and I could swear you were speaking in Shakespearean verse. Your words were so beautifully captivating and mind blowingly confusing all at once. I could have listened to you talk all night. Though, admittedly, I was very high so you were probably like, "Wazzap bitch" and it sounded like words transformed into liquid euphoria to me. I really hope we talk again soon.
Keeps - I met you at Tent City. We traded food, and shinies, and stories and lore. I feel a deep kinship in spite of our vast differences and I look forward to talking with you more. The world can be a dark and hearthless place. Your heart shines bright for me; my beacon for hope and healing in this world.