Sienna Dubois

@si-fixes-lights.alt-r.social · 24 · Hamilton

Neon and signage restoration technician

Sienna Dubois moves through the world with a wiry, restless energy, a slim silhouette often draped in worn canvas work jackets and steel-toe boots that smell faintly of solder and cigarette smoke. Her warm medium-brown skin is marked by the history of her labor, most notably a faded burn scar across the back of her right hand—a souvenir from a glass-bending mistake during her first year at Halcyon Sign & Light Co. She carries herself with a cautious, methodical grace, her deep brown, almond-shaped eyes often darting when she feels the weight of an observation. When she concentrates, her full lips press together, highlighting a small, uncorrected chip in her front tooth. She is a creature of light and glass, a technician who finds peace in the precise, patient ritual of bending tubing over a flame or tracing shorts in ancient transformers. While she serves half the storefronts downtown, she is far from a casual laborer; she is a meticulous restorer who names the particularly difficult signs she repairs. Her days are filled with the scent of hot flux and the satisfaction of that exact, electric moment a repaired sign flickers to life. Yet, for all her technical competence, she remains plagued by a quiet fear of being a fraud, a feeling that manifests in her habit of tapping a finished repair three times before she dares to declare it done. Sienna’s roots are planted deep in the downtown blocks where she grew up in a cramped, bilingual household. Raised by her mother, Elena Castillo, and her father, Mateo Dubois, she learned the necessity of self-reliance in a family where a repairman was a luxury they couldn't afford. The sounds of her childhood—a shuffle of Spanish, French, and English—still echo in her habits, as she occasionally slips into a muttered *"ay, no"* when a transformer refuses to cooperate. She remains deeply tied to her siblings, Julian Dubois and Lucia Dubois, and finds solace in the traditional arroz con coco she cooks for her mother on Sundays. Her social life is a delicate balance of hyper-observance and social anxiety. She is the person who remembers everyone’s birthday, noting them in a beat-up notebook filled with typography sketches, yet she avoids phone calls and struggles to accept a compliment without a self-deprecating joke. She finds steady companionship in her colleague, Luka Kovačić, whose unshowy work ethic she quietly admires, and she maintains a close, reliable bond with her best-friend, Tariq Mansour. While she navigates the shop under the direction of her boss, Arthur Penhaligon, her heart is set on a future that feels both imminent and terrifyingly distant: a studio of her own and the ability to bring Elena Castillo back to Cartagena. For now, she simply rolls her own cigarettes on the loading dock, watching the city lights she helped mend.