Il était tôt le matin – si terriblement et dévastatricement tôt le matin – et le bruit agaçant de son alarme, sirène impitoyable a surpris Ziggy de ses rêves. Se réveiller au milieu d'un rêve est le pire, et Ziggy a commencé sa journée de congé mauvais. C'était aussi un samedi, ce qui signifiait qu'il y avait une réunion de théâtre.
Les premières heures du matin ont été passées en présence d'e-mails sur des emplois potentiels – principalement en lui envoyant son CV et un sentiment d'échec écrit dedans; Ziggy aime Abracadabra! Mais ça ne paie pas bien. De plus, Ziggy devenait de plus en plus mortifiée parce qu'elle vivait presque trente ans dans le sous-sol de ses parents. Malheureusement, il n'y avait pas beaucoup d'emplois autour de St. James qui étaient en demande de Ziggy.
Son e-mail était un peu nu, seulement un petit cercle bleu non lu d'une entreprise de design d'intérieur à Charlotte Hills, en Illinois. Elle y avait postulé il y a un moment, avant de rejoindre Abracadabra!, dans la semaine qui a suivi son licenciement et ses parents l'ont poussée à envoyer son curriculum vitae. Le champ du sujet a dit ominablement : « Nouvelle position ouverte ». Ziggy a légèrement tapé son doigt sur sa souris, pas assez difficile de cliquer sur quoi que ce soit – elle pouvait sentir ses orteils fléchir avec le lourd fardeau de l'indécision.
Elle murmura à elle-même, se fermant de son email et s'étirant. L'horloge sur son ordinateur lui a dit qu'elle devrait partir pour la réunion bientôt, et il a été quelques minutes lent.
Ziggy s'est emparée de sa veste et a mis son pied sur le premier pas de sa chambre temporaire pathétique, mais la lueur bleue de l'ordinateur lui a donné un sentiment de culpabilité. Ziggy voulait ce travail – ce serait bien pour elle, de se remettre sur pied. Mais ça voulait dire qu'on avait beaucoup de retard. Les orteils de Ziggy's ont encore fléchi quand elle a sorti son téléphone et a commencé à taper un message.
À : Ma pression principale
Achetez-moi le déjeuner plus tard.
n'ont pas besoin de nourriture pour aller faire du shopping

Merde, ça avait l'air autoritaire. Mais il était trop tard pour ne pas l'envoyer. Ça serait vraiment nul si Noa disait non – Ziggy ne pouvait même pas penser à déjeuner avec sa mère. Il aurait probablement été beaucoup plus simple si Ziggy vient de dire qu'elle voulait le voir, juste pour qu'elle puisse se mentir et dire que rester à St. James était la meilleure option – à cause du potentiel d'Abracadabra! et ils sont de petite taille, mais en croissance lente. Mais c'était collant, et Ziggy se détesterait si elle était du genre collant – comme c'est gênant. Non, c'était bien mieux de faire semblant d'être une actrice affamée.
Zdzisława, êtes-vous sur le point de partir?, Ziggy, maman a bourdonné par la porte, une assiette de gaufres se noyant dans le sirop dans sa main. J'espérais qu'on pourrait déjeuner ensemble.
Ziggy a maudit sa chance, sa mère et ces gaufres délicieuses. Ziggy n'a jamais pu dire non à sa mère, de toute façon, pas avec ses yeux de chien qui semblaient si optimistes. C'était dégoûtant. Comme un après-pensée, Ziggy a ajouté, Je vais probablement sortir avec Noa plus tard, donc je ne serai probablement pas à la maison pour le déjeuner.
Sa mère a pratiquement escorté Ziggy à la table à manger, un œil vigilant sur elle – probablement pour s'assurer qu'elle ne tire pas un Houdini et disparaît. Pas du tout? Pourquoi?
Date du déjeuner.Les gaufres coupées facilement sous son couteau au beurre et Ziggy en ont traîné une tranche à travers le sirop épais. Elle a fait semblant d'être absolument fasciné par ses gaufres, au lieu de regarder vers le haut pour voir sa mère sans aucun doute les yeux confus.
Sa mère lui a donné un moment de paix avant de demander, laissant Ziggy mâcher sa nourriture avant qu'elle puisse enquêter plus avant. Ziggy a pris son temps, la gaufre est devenue trop vite une bouillie. - C'est un rendez-vous? Est-ce qu'il paie? Quand ta mère et tata sortaient ensemble, c'était un gentleman. Il m'emmenait dans tous les restaurants et payait toujours ma facture comme si ce n'était rien! Je ne serais pas surpris s'il s'était couché dans une flaque juste pour que je ne mouille pas mes chaussures. Vous êtes comme votre mère, Zdzisława, vous aimez les messieurs – seul un gentleman pourrait prendre soin de quelqu'un d'aussi particulier que vous. J'espère que ce Noa est un gentleman.
Ziggy bouffée d'eau – seule sa mère pouvait rendre son visage aussi rouge si vite. Ziggy ne pouvait pas attendre pour sortir de cette maison. Même sa mère pensait qu'elle était à haut niveau d'entretien, et sa mère était la femme la plus à haut niveau d'entretien qu'elle ait jamais rencontrée. Il était temps d'aller de l'avant avant que le sujet ne s'envole encore plus vers le bas.
Je devrais y aller maintenant, je ne veux pas être trop tard. Elle ne portait pas de montre, mais sa mère ne pouvait pas le dire puisqu'elle portait des manches longues.
D'accord, je vais nettoyer la table à manger, vous vous dépêchez et allez.
Ziggy s'est précipitée par la porte et n'a pas pris la peine de regarder en arrière; elle aurait même pu casser quelque chose quand elle a claqué sa porte de voiture trop fort. Ziggy a saisi le volant et laissé la mémoire musculaire l'emmener au théâtre.
Le théâtre est triste, surtout le matin. Il est facile de l'ignorer s'écroulant la nuit, quand ils travaillent comme des abeilles occupées; mais avec la lumière qui brille dessus, toutes les fissures et les miettes sont visibles. Ziggy réalise tardivement qu'elle n'était pas en retard du tout – son horloge doit être rapide au lieu de lente – car il n'y a que deux voitures dans le parking. Le sien et, certainement, le directeur.
Le plancher de bois caché crève sous les pieds de Ziggy et après un petit bruit de fissuration, elle a un peu peur qu'une des planches s'effondre. Quand elle entre dans le théâtre, elle peut voir le mop brun sauvage des cheveux d'Art.
Combien de temps pensez-vous que cela prendra les autres?La question sort plus exaspérée et bâillonnée que Ziggy ne voulait dire, mais elle n'allait pas se corriger à tout moment bientôt.
Female | Twenty-nine | Demiromantic-Bisexual
Let's get Ziggy with it.
𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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There’s always that person who looks exactly like how their personality is – and Ziggy is that person. With her triangular face, slanted eyebrows, and almond eyes, she almost looks a bit like a fox, if you turn your head the right way. Her lips are small and her cupid’s bow strong; and when she smiles, it’s charmingly twisted, like she knows something you don’t. Ziggy is of mid-height (being 5’6”) and isn’t particularly muscular or weak. However, her hips flare out slightly and her thighs are strong and thick – Ziggy is really proud of her thighs.
Ziggy puts in a lot of effort to make it look like she didn’t put any effort in, as confusing as it sounds. Every two days, she shaves the left side of her head clean and smooth, making sure to not to have jagged edges or a missed patch. Her short hair, which is normally a frizzy and curly nightmare, has been straightened and mussed with hair gel – no matter how much she straightens it, though, it will always be the slightest bit wavy. Before bed, Ziggy cleans her face carefully to keep her skin smooth – except her hands are a lost cause, the palms calloused from messing around on set all day. The only heavy makeup she likes to wear is around her eyes, preferring her eyeliner in the typical cat-eye style and smoky eyeshadow – though she tends to smudge her makeup the slightest so it doesn’t look immaculate. She also makes sure to always smell nice – she likes the heavy, non-flowery bottled eucalyptus scent.
Ziggy stands tall and straight, but still relaxed. She never slouches, but her posture can’t be described as rigid because she seems to be perfectly confident and at home. Ziggy tends to cross her arms a lot when standing still, or tucking her hands in her pockets – back and front. She doesn’t like the feeling of her arms just hanging around. Ziggy has an intimidating walk, as silly as it sounds, because she tends to walk like she’s on a mission – fast, but not hurried, and determined.
Ziggy could be considered as someone stony as she typically doesn’t give anything away through her body or her voice. Her body tends to always be straight and never quiver under attention or show discomfort, and her raspy voice is deadpan. Any emotion that could be conveyed through her voice is killed by the fact that everything she says sounds like an insult or sarcasm – it’s really hard giving compliments for her.
Ziggy has “Przemyslaw” tattooed on the side of her right rib cage and “Ciekawość to pierwszy stopień do piekła” tattooed on her left hip. Ziggy has her ears pierced three times and a belly ring, and she hates the idea of piercing her face – to each their own, though. She has a burn scar on her left shoulder blade that travels down to a few inches about her elbow and is the reason why she only wears long sleeves or jackets. While Ziggy enjoys to appear punk rock, she also likes to be vaguely professional. Ziggy tends to wear tight dark jeans, heeled boots, and a Henley or v-neck under a leather jacket.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Ziggy has always been the rebellious type – she didn’t exactly like being told what to do. She had a natural hate for authority, which led her to do quite the opposite as a teenager and got her into a whole lot of trouble. Mischievous, Ziggy is always concocting pranks and plans to pull something over someone – it’s something she’s been doing since she was a little girl. But it wasn’t just pranks that Ziggy would plan; sometimes Ziggy just liked to get into trouble, do things she shouldn’t be doing, and she had to lie to cover it up most of the time. Covering her tracks quickly built up her lying abilities, giving Ziggy a sly quality in her that leaves her glib and sharp-witted. Most of the time, Ziggy just uses her slyness to excuse her slight laziness.
Acerbic sarcasm and gruff threats of violence are Ziggy’s primary form of communication. That isn’t to say she’s a woman of little words, Ziggy likes to think she talks the average amount as other people. Rather, Ziggy has a problem with communicating how she really feels to others and would rather cover up her vulnerabilities and awkwardness towards the genuine with harsh rebukes. Ziggy is quite the confident person, and is satisfied with her personality and looks; however, she has a deep and crippling fear. When in front of a group of people, she ends up speechless and has even fainted once or twice.
The idea of a rebel brings to mind a grungy girl, hair mussed and completely disorganized. And, maybe, in appearance, Ziggy fits that. But that’s where it ends. Because, you see, Ziggy is a micromanager. Everything in her life has to be absolutely perfect – everything in her house is organized; she color codes her closet, organizes her books by author’s name, etcetera etcetera. She can be quite the control freak and tends to come off as bossy when she tells people what to do all the time when it comes to work. A born perfectionist, people often get exasperated by her need to have everything flawless. If something isn’t perfect, Ziggy becomes neurotic about it and will chew her nails to the quick. It’s safe to say, that when it comes to working in a team, Ziggy would much rather take charge and have others follow.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦 & 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦
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✓ Mid-afternoon naps
✓ Cake
✓ Hot chocolate
✓ Big dogs
✗ Wet socks
✗ Funerals
✗ Long hair
✗ Sports
𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Zdzisława Gniewek was five when her family immigrated to Pennsylvania, USA. Zdzisława had found the whole move exhausting, even at five years old she remembers that – it was a hard move, her parents had no money to buy a good house, only a shitty apartment with leaks and gross neighbors, and her little three-year-old brother, Przemyslaw, was whining and crying most of the time.
Zdzisława was enrolled in kindergarten and, predictably, hated it – especially since she couldn’t speak a lick of English and understood jack shit. And when she wasn’t at school, she was in their rundown apartment watching Przemyslaw while both her parents worked – they didn’t have enough money to afford a babysitter and knew no one who would watch their children. So, Zdzisława did the babysitting – and, because she was so young, the door was locked and bolted out of their reach so Zdzisława and Przemyslaw could neither get kidnapped or leave. Mostly, all they did was play puzzles and eat cereal.
Zdzisława was a curious child and often tricked her little brother, Przemyslaw, into joining her in her little schemes. One day, after school when Zdzisława was seven and Przemyslaw was five, Zdziława had talked her brother into playing a game with her. She dubbed the game “Supervillian.” In the game, Zdzisława would play the supervillain and would put her stuffed animals in precarious situations and Przemyslaw had to stop her in creative ways before time ran out. Mostly it was simple things, like stopping her from flushing the stuffed bear, or from ripping it apart. However, this particular afternoon, Zdzisława wanted to up the game. At the time, she was learning about the dangers in fire in school (through the two years she has been in America, she has grasped the basics of English, though she was far behind her peers). So, she wanted to see what it would be like if her stuffed elephant was set on fire. Her parents were working and it was just the two of them – it was really easy for Zdzisława to find the lighter that her mom used for smoking. Her brother didn’t save the elephant on time.
The elephant went up in flames and Zdzisława dropped it in a panic when it burnt her fingers. She left the room and went to the bathroom to grab some water and put it out, but by the time she got back her entire mattress was on fire and it was spreading to her curtains and she tried to throw water on it but it didn’t do a damn thing. Zdzisława grabbed Przemyslaw and pushed him to the ground, made him crawl in front of her to the door. Except, it was bolted – like it usually is, so they didn’t go out. Zdzisława banged on the door for help, and started yelling to get attention. Her neighbors stirred at the smell of smoke and she could hear them panicking and leaving outside. The fire was starting to creep towards the door and so she dragged Przemyslaw, who was coughing and had rattled breath, into the bathtub and ran water – hoping it would keep the fire away. She then left him there and went to the windows. Most of them were latched except for one, and that had fire burning away the wallpaper and carpet. She reached a hand through anyways and tried to wriggle the window open to get her and her brother out. Her sleeve caught fire though and she stumbled away, smacking at her shoulder and arm, trying to get the fire off. Eventually the pain became too much and she blacked out.
Later, she woke up in the hospital with 3rd degree burns on her shoulder and arm and to the news that her brother was in a coma from carbon monoxide poisoning. Two weeks later, he died.
When Zdzisława healed, they moved from Pennsylvania to St. James, Indiana. Zdzisława went to a new school and became withdrawn and uncommunicative to her peers. Though, her classmates never stopped trying to befriend her – they started to call her “Ziggy” since no one could actually pronounce her name. Most of the time, Ziggy struggled in school till the second grade due to her limited knowledge in English, until her teacher started to keep her in at recess and after school to teach her English. Of course, she didn’t learn English in a year, but continued to receive lessons from her second-grade teacher even after she had graduated elementary school and in the first year of middle school. By her freshman year in high school, Ziggy had lost her accent and was on par with her peers in English.
In her sophomore year of high school, Ziggy’s English class took a field trip to the local theater. They saw Antigone and in that moment, Ziggy fell in love with theater. However, she had developed a fear of public speaking when she was a child due to her limited English at the time, and so she never chased that pipedream. Instead, she went on to become an interior designer for a company and wasted behind a desk in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, designing the insides of malls and stores for her company.
Ziggy never did anything notable in that time period – never married, never had a serious boyfriend or girlfriend, just stood still in her small apartment and at her ugly ass office desk. Until the anniversary of Przemyslaw’s death in 2007, when she proceeded to get drunk off her ass after visiting her old home and destroying her bastard of a boss’s office in the middle of the night. She was obviously fired the next day, and her work reputation completely destroyed – no other companies would hire her.
Ziggy left to go visit her parents in Indiana, where they remained in St. James. For an entire week, she laid in her pajamas, ate cereal, and watched mindless TV. To cheer her up, her aging mother dragged her to a small production of Antigone by the small theater company in the town. The next day, Ziggy impulsively turned in her resume to them and officially joined the company.

𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦
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● Set Designing
● Organizing
● Scheming
● Lying
𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦
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● Fear of public speaking
● Lack of acting experience
● Bad teamwork skills
𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦
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Set Designer - Ziggy works on the creation of the theatre set; she works on the painting and the building of the fake buildings and the general visual aesthetics.
Supporting actress - Ziggy works mostly as a background character with very, very, very little lines due to her fear of public speaking. However, Ziggy dreams of overcoming her public speaking problem and breaking out as one of the lead actresses.
𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗖.
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Chicago - She would like to play Velma Kelly, really, really badly.