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Our Evil Ways

@Hey Im Jordan@McHaggis@Fabricant451

Faith Carter

^{_{#e2062c | FC: Tatiana Maslany}}

Street-smart and tough, using her wit in any situation, Faith isn't your standard beauty, sporting a dark outfit and scaring people off with her bark. She hardly stands out, blending in with her surroundings, like a chameleon, and is small enough to fit in places even her daughter can squeeze through. Her most attractive attribute though? Her pain-stricken gaze, trying to hide behind her innate 'bitchface'.

"I'm not here to convince you to like me, or whatever. I'm here for my daughter. We lost everything and I don't want her to lose me too. I know we'd be better in numbers, that's simple fact. I could tell you what I'm capable of doing, but why waste my breath? I'll just show you."
Faith isn't one for words or really explaining her business to strangers, but prior to the end of the world, she owned a liquor store, the occasional sommelier, was happily married, with two kids, and had enough room in her home for her father to stay with her. Her father owned a ranch after he served the US military as a Marine, got too old to take care of it, and moved in with his daughter because he couldn't take care of himself. Faith knows how to sew, knit, and crochet thanks to her mother, who died many years ago. Now, though? That fateful day, which changed her life forever, haunts her. The start of the apocalypse.

➕ Survivalist at heart | Born and raised on a ranch, Faith's veteran dad taught her everything she knows. She started a business in an adjacent city, giving her knowledge of 'the streets'.
➕ Resourcefully protective | Faith is able to predict an outcome and use their surroundings to their advantage, finding safe points or best routes to avoid the horde.
➖ Weak to children | May it be the mother in her, or the fact she loves children, she will sacrifice herself for a child, especially her daughter.
➖ Trust issues | When shit hit the fan, most of those she loved turned or died or she had to kill them. That can really hurt the heart. It's one thing to slaughter an animal, it's another thing to kill your husband and best friend. One thing she's learned over the course of time, people would do anything to survive. Like steal her vehicle while her daughter was still in it. That was fun.

Short Term

— Day-to-day objective. Making sure her daughter can survive on her on. If Faith were to die, at least she'd know her daughter would at least last as long as she can.
— Month objective. To teach someone else, that she trusts, ASL so she isn't the only one that can communicate with her child. Though, Eden isn't bad at lip reading. It's just better if someone can get a message to her quicker.
— Random objective. To find a chainsaw. What? She knows how to use one and it could be... interesting, using it against the walking dead.

Long Term

— To find her son. If he's still alive. A mother will always hope for the positive outcome.

• Her father's tactical bag
• Her wedding band
• Her wallet, which has pictures of her loved ones. The first one being her son.
• Her son's knitted baby blanket (he would be 17 now. Yes, she did go all the way to the attic for it)
• Three Redline energy drinks
• 1 bottle of water
• Crossbow, taken from a hunting store since most weaponry was sparse. Silent option versus a gun.
• Originally she had six-six packs of bolts. Now she's down to four. That's a total of 24 crossbow bolts.
• Meat cleaver strapped to her belt.
• Pager; used only if her daughter is at a distance.
• Two half charged walkie talkies; Her daughter is deaf so it wouldn't be useful for her.
• Mini sewing kit.
• Climbing rope, taken from Dick's Sports.
• A little over a half roll of duct tape, to patch up anything
• Flask of whiskey, for both to drink and for wounds
• Full roll of toilet paper; Her daughter recently finished their other roll.
• Zippo lighter, running low, with four cigarettes left in her pack. If she needs to make a fire, she'll find sticks and use the fire plough method.
• 1 capsule of painkillers
• Container of Cheerios
• 2 cans of SPAM
• Three granola bars
• Two uncooked hot dogs in a container
• 1 can of beans and 1 can of tomato pasta
• One other change of clothes

Eden Carter

^{_{#50c878 | FC: Milly Bobby Brown}}

For a deaf girl with a broken hearing aid, Eden has a vibrant personality with humorous expressions, a playful demeanor, and optimism in a dark place. Her token 'attributes' would be her worn down green converse, the two big hoodies she has that could be dresses on her, and her short, soft hair.

For those that understand ASL:

We had a good life. I was too young to remember the ranch. I'm only fourteen! Gramps sold the ranch I think when I was five? Jem, my brother, he wanted to join the Air Force, but he promised mom he'd graduate high school first. Dad? He was an editor for books and stuff, but he was on a sabbatical, for mental health reasons. That's unimportant now. The end of everything as we know it happened! Gramps was found dead, dad, who had spent most of his day looking for an anniversary gift, turned, and my brother? We don't know where he went. He should've been at school, like me... but he wasn't. I remember mom driving on the grass, fast, very fast, vroom vroom, to pick me up in the big, blue van. I had to run into the car. We weren't going to go back home, but I convinced her to turn around. She didn't want me to see the mess, but I needed the picture. We would regret it if we didn't grab something that mattered to us. The smell was bad... but I think I blocked out everything else. Now here we are! With a bunch of people we don't know, trying to take it day by day. I have yet to kill a zombie... mom always makes me run.

➕ Track runner | Some extracurricular activities come in handy.
➕ Monkey | She likes to climb and the jungle bars were her favorite playground amenity.
➖ Restless | There's only so many times she can play solitary. That gets boring. She needs a friend... or comics. Comics are cool too.
➖ Self doubt | Don't get her wrong, she loves her mom, a lot, but her mom can't help but catch her before she falls. That has consequences in the form of Eden not knowing what she can and cannot do in a situation like this. The damn Zombie apocalypse.

Short Term

— Day-to-day objective. Proving to her mom that she can take care of herself. Her mom is trying to teach her, but she also doesn't allow Eden to show her what she can do. Making it hard for Eden to have confidence in herself.
— Month objective. To make a friend.
— Random objective. Finding a comic book store, hopefully not zombie infested.

Long Term

— To find someone to keep her mom's mind busy. Yes, Jeremiah might be out there. Somewhere. But it does them no good, because what if he's dead? That's another heartbreak for her mom. Her only son dead, along with her father and husband! Eden knows they need to focus on right now. Not the past, or the future. She just... doesn't know how to convince her mom of that.
— Maybe to find a new hearing aid? That actually works?

• Her galaxy Jansport backpack
• A ripped picture she taped. Of her family. Mom. Dad (Confirmed Dead). Older Brother (Separated/Assumed Dead).
  Gramps (Confirmed Dead / Mom-side). Grams (Mom-side) died prior to her birth.
• Useless hearing aid
• Two Redline Energy Drinks
• One bottle of water
• A pager. 119 or 911 is her most important codes to remember. "I'm in trouble" "Emergency".
• A small spyglass
• A slingshot and some rocks
• A deck of cards
• A disposable camera with 12 shots left
• A tool hammer as her melee weapon if she is ever near a zombie. Her mother prefers her running.
• Less than a half can of yellow spraypaint. If you see an area marked with a smiley face, then Faith and Eden have probably already explored it.
• Mini flashlight
• Peanut butter
• One row of Oreos
• A can of sardines
• Three granola bars
• A ziplock bag with trail mix
• A composition notebook and a black marker
• A one arm teddy bear she found on the porch of a stranger's home. Her mom sewed it up.
• One other change of clothes

Our Evil Ways

I'll work on my characters when i'm home :]

Our Evil Ways [An Apocalypse RP]

Hi.

Strings

_{Collab with @Moon Child
Around lunchtime
At IMPULSE}

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Inspired by the after-dark entertainment of Las Vegas, the city that never sleeps, IMPULSE was one of the bigger venues in Boston, not too far from Common and Chinatown, right by Bliss Salon & Spa and across the street from The Rabbit Hole, a good old fashioned bar with a lot of history, and Genesis, an electrifying nightclub directed to the young and beautiful. The strip joint was at the corner, so it wasn’t hard to miss. What can Tate say? He liked the attention and the controversy.

There was a blue neon sign of a girl on a pole (located to the left of the door), next to the vertical words ‘OPEN’. On the other side of the door, there was a gold plate with IMPULSE engraved on it and on the privacy window near it was the words ‘BABYDOLLS’. All signs were off, which signaled it was closed. Specifically approaching 11:30 am. Lunch time.

Tate Paxton leaned in his office chair, his office located in the basement, staring at one of his workers seeking a promotion, now that the house mom had taken her leave to pursue her dreams. Her name was Lena Berry, a cute, little thing, nicknamed Strawberry, who was originally a barback. “You do know how much I’ll expect of you, Berry, right? Being a house mom isn’t easy.” He used his professional voice, not his boston slang one - which he was known for.

“I know! And I’m positively ready. I can be whatever the girls need. I’ll make sure the reality tv show that is the dressing room is kept to a minimum, and if they need a therapist, or a cheerleader, or just someone to keep them in line, I’m the girl! I know I’m nothing like Marjorie, she was definitely way more… uptight, but I have the spunk to be the leader you and Josh need. I promise I won’t fail you. Failure isn’t an option! The girls need someone that gets them and isn’t like ‘the man’. There’s some things they’ll tell me that they won’t tell you.”

“Is that so…” Strawberry was always way too enthusiastic about this scene, but hey, it showed she was passionate. Though, he never thought someone as pretty as her would actually want to make this a career. “How about the stress? You can handle that? Your priority is the entertainers, but sometimes, customers get too carried away. You don’t have to directly deal with them, but if there isn’t a bouncer or someone that can defuse the situation near by, you might have to.”

“Oh please.” The model before him sassily rolled her eyes, while crossing her legs. “I’m sure I can handle it. I’ve dealt with bar fights with your cousin. I might be cute, but I know how to put men in their place.” Hot. Lena smirked at her handsome, brown haired boss, waiting for the next question.

Glancing up from her resume and his notes to her green gaze, Tate carefully watched her in contemplative silence. His expression blank and hard to read. She didn’t seem unnerved at all. He liked that. A girl who had her emotions in check. “Tell me something you’d tell the girls. Advice and what not. You’ve primarily worked at the bar, so moving from that to entertainment, could be a challenge.”

Running her hand through her gorgeous, long strawberry blonde hair, Lena chuckled, “That’s an easy one. The obvious tip would be don’t drink because you’re bored, you might drink one too many and when it’s time to make money, you stumble and fall. That wouldn’t look good for the Paxton duo, now would it?” Tate placed his pen down, nodding and resting his chin on his palm. He wanted to hear more, so she kept going. “Another one is if you’re with a customer for ten minutes and he hasn’t gotten you a drink or paid for a dance, he’s not worth your time and effort because he just isn’t THAT into you. So, sweetie. Move on. There’s other customers that want to give you money.”

She leaned in forward, her stare deadly serious. Her skin looked soft. “Trust me, boss. I’ve been watching everyone for like two years now. I can do it. I know I can.” To think this girl was three years older than him; she was the embodiment of a ‘babydoll’.

Out of nowhere, the sound of the sliding door being brusquely opened echoed loudly across the room, the panels wobbling dangerously at the same time the conversation between Lena and Tate was effectively interrupted. Before any of them had time to even question what was going on, a short, petite young woman stormed inside, raven hair flying behind her and a glare full of such red-hot anger it could probably be compared to the flames of Hell.

“I’m so- Honestly? I’m really not sorry for interrupting. Whatever this is, it’s over. I need to speak to our charming boss here now.”

Dully, Tate gazed at Spice with nothing but ‘amusement’. By that, he simply met her eyes with frost. There was no anger, no sadness, no joy. There was nothing but a wall in between them. Distance. “Lena, we’ll continue our conversation later.”

The beautiful specimen before him, not the raging fury, the calmer one, gave him a perplexed look before saying one last thing, “...so yes, or no?” Honestly, Lena could care less about what Stephanie wanted. Her own advancement was top priority. Tate simply smiled and gave her a nod. With that, she childishly grinned happily at him. She got the job! Standing up, she turned on her heel and walked past the fiery stripper, “I’ll see you at six.” The only reply she got back from the other girl was an eye roll.

When the glass door slid closed and the two were left alone, Spice and Tate, the macho man of IMPULSE gestured for his employee to sit down, “What brings you here, Miss Spice?”

The young woman ignored his gesture to take a seat, choosing to remain standing with her hands on her hips. When she heard the way and tone of voice he was using with her, Stephanie couldn’t help but roll her eyes and scoff in disbelief. “‘Miss Spice’?” she repeated, moving her hands away from her hips long enough to use her fingers to make air quotes. “Since when the fuck am I ‘Miss Spice’ to you?!”

This is why you don’t fuck someone before you hire them. Intentionally, he decided to play this game with the young feline he was connected to by a purple thread. “Are you on your period? Do you need some chocolate? I have some.” He opened his desk drawer to take some out.

“I don’t need your fucking chocolate!” Spice shouted at the top of her lungs, stomping her way until she was close enough to the desk to violently slam the desk drawer close. She would never understand how a man who’d worked with women for so many years could be so stupid when the time came to deal with them. “All I really need to know why the hell are you still ignoring me!”

“Oh Kitten.” Tate said her nickname, but in a condescending tone. That’s what she wanted. “If I was ignoring you, would you be here right now? Would you still have access to my playground?” He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy this. It was easy to get Spice’s panties in a bunch. He nonchalantly leaned back, a devilish smirk rising on his face. She denied the chocolate. That’s too bad.

“Don’t you play those stupid games with me, Tate Paxton!” she spat, now effectively stung by the way he said her pet name. “I am not in the mood, and you know exactly what I mean when I say you’ve been ignoring me! But you know what? Let me refresh that selective memory of yours. You have been-” Spice began, counting down the offenses with her fingers. “Let’s see… One, sending my calls to voicemail. Two, leaving my texts on read. Three, sending Josh to talk to me about business when it’s things that YOU usually handle.. Four, treating me just like all the other girls here when you had promised to me things wouldn’t change. And five, refusing to have the balls to fucking admit it to my face!”

Oh boy. She used your almost full name. Tate silently scoffed. “Interesting theory you have in that little head of yours.” Standing up, exceptionally taller than his lustful lover, Tate kept his brown eyes locked in on her face, “I’m a busy man, Steph.” His voice softened, but his words were as sharp as a razorblade. “I have a business to carry and with the spring festival just a day away, and IMPULSE having a business relationship with SPECTRUM. I’m trying to see if we can have one of the events here. I can’t be distracted. Like I’ve told you in the beginning, I will tell you again. I will call you. Not the other way around.” Rather than approach her and give her intimate comfort, he made his way to his door, giving her the cold shoulder, and smoothly slid it open, “Now, if you’ll excuse yourself. I have work to do.”

To say that Spice was shocked was an understatement. The pale-skinned girl remained motionless on the spot, staring at Tate with wide, sad eyes. His words and the tone he was using with her pierced her the same way broken glass would, causing her a stinging pain similar to the one Ethan made her feel. She could feel the purple string of fate that connected them start to fray in the most minuscule of ways, but enough to be noticed. It was in moments like this that Stephanie Cross wondered to herself what could she have possibly done to the Universe to always end up tangled with the same type of men: arrogant, selfish assholes who saw her as nothing more than another toy in their shelves. No matter how hard she tried or how much she gave, the result was always the same: it was never enough.

Feeling absolutely defeated, Spice took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and began her trek out of the office, not even bothering to look at Tate as she walked past him and out the door. The last thing she wanted was for him to notice the tears glazing up her brown eyes.

After the door was closed and he was left to his own devices, Tate leaned his head on the door and closed his eyes. This was harder than he thought.

Strings

Sitting in a café, looking at her laptop screen, the assistant to Theodore Wallace reviewed her video one more time before uploading it on her blog. It was Thursday, so a blog post was due. The comments had requested her to show her face more and to consider vlogging because they loved listening to her. The previous night, rather than sleep, she recorded herself talking instead of writing. Operation Beautiful, her creative outlet that reminds her that she isn't completely wasting her time. The café was tiny and huddled between large city buildings, right in the heart of downtown Boston. It was still extremely early so the hustle and bustle of the morning, where the streets got undoubtedly crowded by people, had yet to start. With earbuds in and her black coffee in a mug waiting for her to suck it down, she pressed play and listened to herself in silence.

“Good morning, good morning! Sun beams will soon smile through. Good morning, good morning to you." Jamie sat on her bed singing one line of Singing in the Rain 'Good Morning' with her mediocre can't-hit-high-notes voice. In reality, it was almost 3 AM, but as far as her viewers were concerned it would be Thursday when the sun was out and everyone was getting breakfast sandwiches. She made herself somewhat decent for her video, which really just required her to straighten up her bed and brush her unruly hair.

“So yesterday was a long day for me. I don't think any of you guys know this about me, but I'm super accident prone. That really got to me and that evil voice, my self doubt, kept yelling, saying all you do is mess up! An example of something that happened yesterday. My boss and I went to an auction and the item he bid A LOT of money on, I... ruined. How did that happen? I didn't drop it. I didn't throw anything on it. I, uh, it's a painting. I tore it. On accident. Because I lost balance. I thought I could carry it but it was heavier than I expected. Heh."

Briefly she looked away from the camera, as her fingers absentmindedly ran through her hair, before she went back to talking. Her attention returning on what mattered. Her viewer. “Well, I still have my job! No need to worry about that, but I did get an idea for this video." She beamed her infectious smile, obviously not too bent up about the events that had transpired that day, “Lesson number 1. Self-doubt affects us all. Even the most confidant people have self doubt. I can't say I don't still fight the beast, I do, but it isn't as bad as when I was going through puberty." She giggled at the thought of her high school years. What a mess she was. Truthfully, nothing has changed that much.

“The second lesson, though? It's a myth to think certain people possess certain qualities to be confident. No. No one is innately confidant. It's a skill, not a trait. Everyone can develop self-confidence. It just takes time. I've spent many years practicing and training my mind to adjust. Life can throw some serious stuff at you. I get it."

Pulling out her Samsung Galaxy S9 Plus, she showcased it to the camera, “I have a reminder on my phone that tells me to never stop believing in myself and my abilities. That is an essential step in conquering self-doubt. I refuse to let my mistakes and that evil voice in my head hold me down. But, I still had to practice. I use to tell myself in the mirror everyday something positive. You're beautiful. You have good grades. You're not homeless. You're going to go far, kid. The key to being satisfied with your own abilities is knowing that you gave it your all. You're doing your best." With her phone no longer on screen, she pulled yellow pom poms out of no where. “Rah rah fight the powah!" The cheerleader trope really suited her.

After shaking the pom poms and rooting the audience on for a couple of seconds, she continued, deciding it was time to wrap things up, “I know what other people say can really put gray skies in your sunny day, but here me out when I say. What's important is what you think, not what he said, she said, they say. So stop being so hard on yourself and know that everyday you make someone out there smile and everyday you guys visit my blog, you make me very happy. I thank you. For being here for me and I hope this gives you the motivation you need to live your best life. Thanks for listening to me! Feel free to message me or comment down below. And as always, I have pictures for you!"

Tossing the poms poms behind her, she waved at the camera.“Bye-bye now." Her video ended with her blowing a kiss and bidding an adieu to her viewer.

Short. Simple. Straight to the point.

Jamie smiled at her laptop screen. Her coffee cup nearly empty of the black substance that would keep her going through out her day. Perfect. “I think it's ready."

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_{Introducing: Theodore Wallace
Collab with @Hey Im Jordan
Around 8 AM}

Wallace Realty.

The place that her life revolved around. Actually, rephrase that. Her life didn’t revolve around the company. It revolved around a man. “OH MY GOD, HE’S GOING TO KILL ME.” Jamie Mueller, up bright and early, as per usual, ran out of Impresso Espresso with a tray in hand, her purse dangling at her side, and a need for speed. She spent too much time on her blog post! She lost track of time! The new barista was also super cute… but that’s beside the point!

It didn’t help she had to get another set of drinks because she DROPPED it. Okay, it was more like she realized the time, this was twenty minutes ago, and she turned so fast that she got three drinks on one customer. Her life, amiright? Luckily the baristas knew her face and pitied her, and even the customer laughed about it, so they just gave her the new set for free. At least it didn’t get on her outfit! Wait, what was she thinking? She wasn’t rude. She apologized profusely to the customer and gave him cash for his ruined shirt. It was all HER FAULT. The guilt would eat at her all day.

Anyways, here she was speed walking on the sidewalk to a building she would never forget. Her car was already there, because she thought it was smart to walk. Jokes on her. If she wasn’t at his office in eight minutes with his juice, she was done. Yes juice, not coffee. The coffee was for her (it was just black coffee, nothing exciting). He had a large My Main Squeeze for now, and 50 Shades of Green for later. But none of this would matter if she wasn’t in front of him soon! How was she ever going to convince him to let her go to the festival if she was tardy?!

Rest in peace, Jamie.

Luckily (or perhaps unluckily) for Jamie, Mr. Wallace was asleep with his face on his desk, the place he had been for about… an amount of time now. Sleepless nights caught up with you eventually, and he was due a nap. Music played through the speakers of his office, with the Spotify playlist he’d left on overnight being played on repeat while he rested. Theo was dressed in a three piece suit, and was almost put together from head to toe.

It was the toe part that wasn’t put together. While someone may have been expecting him to wear black loafers or dress shoes with his current getup… Theo was wearing a pair of slippers (no socks on, of course). The nice, expensive kind, with memory foam soles and thick wool keeping his toesies warm.

In his sleepiness, Theo shifted his weight a bit, and his head dropped off of his arms and down onto the wood of the oak desk, knocking him awake. Groggily, he looked up, rubbing his eyes. He reached a hand out for a cup, and lifted it up… it was empty. He reached for the second cup. Also empty. “Jamie? I’m thirsty! Where the hell’s Jamie!?” What time was it? Why wasn’t Jamie here? She was always here! “My throat’s dry,” he croaked miserably.

Jamie’s phone started going off like crazy. SHE WAS ALMOST THERE, OKAY. Throwing the glass door open, she rushed past everyone, miraculously not tripping, past her desk, where her second camera rested, past the water machine where everyone gathered to chat, to the ‘big door’.

Stopping in front of the big door, she paused for a moment, staring at his name plate, while gaining her breath. Breathe in, breathe out. You got this. Letting herself in, she kept a wide smile on, acting like she wasn’t perfectly on time and not early. “Heyyyyyy, I got your juice.” She needed to act like she didn’t make a mistake and lose track of time. Maybe, he hadn’t noticed. Maybe, she would be forgiven. But for now, she was not at fault. She was on time. With a bounce in her step, she made her way to his desk and replaced his empty cups with the filled ones. His want for different flavors changed everyday and today these flavors were new.

Straight to business. “Your 2 o’clock had to be moved to 11 because your clients forgot they had another engagement. As for your 11 o’clock meeting, that got moved to 10. It’s for the same house, so it’ll just be back to back.” She threw away the tray, while taking out her coffee. Before giving him anymore information, she waited for him to digest her words and took a sip. Finally. Her second cup of coffee.

Theo made a noise somewhere between a hiss and a groan, running a hand through his hair and grabbing one of the cups and putting it to his lips. He took a sip of the juice and then put it back down on the table, smacking his lips. “That’s not bad.” He muttered, before he grabbed the other cup and took a sip from it, “but that’s better.” He slid back a bit in his chair, and it was like the juice had breathed fresh life into him, as he put his feet (slippers and all) up on the desk. People were rescheduling on him? Bastards. Didn’t they know that calendars were written in stone? At least Jamie was able to make sense of all this.

“Great.” Theo gave a nod of his approval as he continued to sip at the drink in his hand. With the knowledge about his daily meetings being changed (bastards) on him, there was only one thing left to do — the real business, so to speak. “I don’t suppose you have my house key? I lost it. So I’ve been here for longer than I usually am.”

“Yes! Of course. You forgot it…” She placed her cup down on his desk and rummaged through her massive purse for it. “...at my place.” She pulled it out and slid it in front of him. “I should’ve told you, but I didn’t realize until 3am.” And she was preoccupied recording herself talking in front of a camera.

There was something else she wanted to tell him, sure more work-related things, but there was something more important than that. What was it again? There was a second where Jamie stared into space as she tried to recall this important thing.

Suddenly, she snapped her fingers remembering, “Oh! Another thing.” Once again the noise of her rummaging through that endless void of a bag of her’s was heard throughout his office, before she pulled out an envelope. Her cheeks turned a faint scarlet as she laid out her hand for him to take the surprise from her. In it there were tickets to the Ball tomorrow night and tickets for the whole spring festival. She’d gauge the situation before chattering away. She learned early on talking too much could get overwhelming. And she knew she was a person who could talk for hours. There was a time and place for everything. With her boss, she always had to analyze the situation before going off on tangents.

Ah, that made sense. Forgetting things at Jamie’s place was a more common occurrence than Theo would have liked to admit, but at least she didn’t throw his crap out. Theo grabbed the house key and dropped it into its proper place, the top right drawer of his desk. When she handed him an envelope, he accepted it, but he didn’t really understand what it was. He stared at the envelope, then at her, then at the envelope again… Before finally gazing at her as he tore it open. He dumped the contents out on the desk and glanced at them, then up at her. “...is this your way of asking me for time off to do the festival thing? I’m pretty sure there’s a mandate saying I’m required to give you time off for that…”

“No! Uh. Maybe. I mean. Not quite.” Sometimes, Jamie wanted to just slap herself. What a blubbering fool she was. “I can still work, but what if… we cut things down so we both, you and me, had a little break. I can keep production going! And then we go to an event! And then we work! And then we have more fun!” The more she talked the more excited she got. This was an opportunity for her to take pictures for her blog. And eat nummy food! People would love to see Boston locals, and probably non-locals too, enjoying one of the biggest events of the year. She could take pictures of the food, the dancers, and whatever else they’ll have. Twirling a piece of hair, she looked at him with desperateness and her naughty plum coated lips went into a little pout, “Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee.”

Oh. She was asking him to the event. That was a little bit different of a situation… Theo had never been to one of SPECTRUM’s events. They only happened every five years! Theo could hardly even remember what he was doing five years ago… It was supposed to be the event of a lifetime. Hell, Theo’s parents has met there… “I guess we can take a vacation… or… several for the different festivals and events…. But only if you do that thing I like tonight.” What? Give and take. Push and pull. Theo’s feet finally came down from the desk and he smirked at her, sipping from the cup of juice before he winked at her.

There was the heat again in her cheeks. That ‘thing’ involved a little… roleplaying, but that was for her and him to know and for no one else to find out. In response to that, she simply made a cute face, put paws in front of her in a pose, and softly purred, “Meow.” How could she say no?! She wanted to go. This was all Dani’s fault! She convinced her to give in. Give in to fate. Honestly, this was a win-win situation for her. Time off, long festival, some… night stuff. Win-win.

“I can’t say no to that.” Theo’s mind was made up. They were going to the festival of the strings, enjoying the food and the show… and doing other stuff throughout the night tonight. And the next night. Theo took the final drink from his cup, and grabbed the other one, lifting it to his lips as well. “Probably just go ahead and cancel everything starting at seven tonight.” Theo suggested, nodding his head. “We can get dinner first.”

His words were like a bomb and she felt all her insides burst with anticipation. Their relationship was volcanic and his eyes, those eyes that she looked into when she first was interviewed, and those eyes she still looks into, made her feel closer to him than with any other man she’s ever met. There was nothing golden and pure about them. At night, they were two very different people and the more their relationship escalated, the more she felt captivated. Trapped in this dream where all modesty was thrown out the door. “...should I make a reservation at your favorite place?” Somehow, she was still able to muster words. Her heartbeat was echoing in her ears and she couldn’t look away from him. Always when she was alone with him, she couldn’t think straight.

“Why don’t you make them at your favorite place?” Theo suggested instead, smiling slyly at her. If they had dinner there, he was gonna have an even better night! It was a simple calculus, after all.

… Focus, Jamie. “Takeout it is.” Biting her bottom lip, she tried to get out of this daze. Think of something else. Anything else. Clothes! Outfits! For the ball! “We need to go shopping!” Avoiding looking into his bewitching gaze, she urgently reached for her coffee, only to freeze from the sound of his voice.

“Jamie.” His voice was firmer than before, as if he wanted her to focus on him.

“Hmmm…” Her eyes went up, bashfully, to look at him. Her hands getting a little closer to her coffee…

“Lock the door.”

In the office?! Her hand swiped fast at her coffee, causing it to get not only all over his desk, but on him. Ah fuck! “Ow!” He swore as the still hot coffee sloshed onto his lap. He damn near dropped his juice, but he was able to keep a hold on it — after all, it was the second tastiest thing in the room.

Covering her face, she apologized, her voice muffled with her hands, “I’ll clean that up.” And turned to retrieve cleaning products.

Before she could escape, Theo reached out and grabbed Jamie by the wrist, pulling her just a bit toward him. “Come here.” Okay, so they wouldn’t lock the door.

Her lips agape, her face like a beet, and her eyes once again deeply staring into his. Breathlessly, she answered, “Yes, Sir.”

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞

_{Collab with: @Lovely Complex & @smarty0114
Mrs. Harvey with herself (Backyard) →
Mrs. Harvey with her son (Backyard) → Family (Kitchen)
@Draven@Harlequ@rocketrobie2@marigoldie}

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𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 & 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚒

A woman’s purpose was for childbearing, as the old testament makes you believe. The fact that Blakely Harvey indulged in such poison delight was considered a sin and never good for the womb. Her husband could do whatever he wanted, the Lord favored men, unfortunately, but she? Her worse enemy was herself — the guilt she felt whenever she exceeded the point of moderation was insatiable. She hated herself a little more each day.

The matriarch of the household sat on a black lawn chair in her shed, away from her house, away from the world, sucking on the succulent stick that would surely decrease her longevity by at least ten years. Her stone ashtray rested on the window seal beside her. Recently cleaned, with only the ashes of today residing in it. With emptiness in her deep, azure eyes, she blankly stared at the tools meticulously laid out before her.

Her shed was a rather cute little thing. Light blue wooden siding, like the sky above, and maroon fiberglass doors, with matching shutters for the windows at each side. Of course, the curtains were always closed, so there was no way to see inside. No one needed to see her place of comfort. No one needed to be in here. No one needed...

The interior of the shed was probably the darkest place on their property, very unlike the main house, where white was the universal color in all public areas. No, for her shed, she preferred dark wood, dimmed lights, and lingering smoke to give a musky tone to her tiny room. Though, she had a vent, and windows, for circulation. The windows were only cracked while she was in it, but when she leaves, they were shut closed and locked.

If any of her children were to ever explore it, they would relate it to a place that belonged to a witch. A satanic being that dabbled into dark magic. That indulged in sin. The tools especially, all hanging up on the east wall, surrounding the window, all with their place, gave the inside of the shed an unsettling, haunting aura. The shovels, the spades, the rakes, the hoes, her post hole digger, her weed whacker, her edger, so many tools. All her tools. Things she called ‘mine’.

It was like no one besides her was welcomed here. No one was welcomed. This particular woman would know if you stepped foot in it. She would know. There’s a reason she keeps it locked. There’s a reason she doesn’t want her husband or children (or brother) touching her things. There’s a reason.

Cute little thing her shed was.

Deciding it was time to herd her family like cattle, Blake stood up and elegantly, while still forcibly, pushed the butt of her cigarette against the inside of the tray. When she finished that, she grabbed (and sprayed) a strong vanilla perfume to cover the undeniable smell of smoke. She closed her windows like she always did and patted down her dress. It was showtime.

Her rather conservative gray dress was enough to showcase she was a refined lady dedicated to her husband and family. A woman who wasn't too excessive. She didn't need to stand out to stand out. Her food and words could do that for her. Exiting the shed, Blake turned around and locked the door. Secured and safe. No one was welcomed.

Unbeknownst to his mother, Levi had long ago discovered what she did in the shed. He didn’t just know what his mother did in that shed; he knew why. She’d had one just like it back at their old house, a reprieve from the world. They were similar in that way. They both needed to stop existing at times. Pause, and disappear. They’d always been similar, he thought. Closer than he and his father, certainly. Beyond that though, he sometimes thought that if there were a favorite child, it would be him.

He’d been in his room when his father came home, peering through his viewfinder, across the street at the assortment of families. His camera clicked away, capturing them in various frames of their existence, unaware of his watchful gaze. It wasn’t the sound of the car that stirred him from his hobby, but his father’s gruff voice calling out for his mother.

Letting the camera fall and dangle from the strap around his neck, Levi hurried outside to his mother’s hideaway, just as she came out, locking the door behind her. “Dad’s ready to go,” he said from the porch, softly.

“Wonderful.” There was a hint of sarcasm in Blake’s tone, as she slipped the necklace that held the shed’s key within her dress. Peculiar and particular. That was what Blake was. Since she didn’t leave the general vicinity often, she was rarely seen with a purse. If she was carrying anything, it was her laptop bag. Today, writing wasn’t a concern of her’s. Today, she needed to put on an act and meet her neighbors. Make a good impression. Figure out who was worth trusting, and who she should keep a careful eye on.

Approaching her eldest son, she softly smiled. Rarely did Levi give her problems. He was a good boy, with such a great talent of seeing things. If anything, he provided solutions by having more knowledge than he should on subject matter that was none of his business. She didn’t mind. It was obvious, she encouraged such actions (hence why he has a camera that cost more than her engagement ring around his neck). Part of his charm was he was very much her son.

They both could act like they’re turning a blind eye, but when the time calls for it, he and her would be prepared. If only her daughter was more reasonable. Then she wouldn’t be such a disappointment. All Blake wanted was for Isabel to understand why everything she did as a mother was absolute and for the family. Disobedience never faired well with Mrs. Harvey.

Then there was Samuel. Her sweet, small, and charming Samuel. He was still young and had time to grow into something great. Someone worth talking about. For now, there wasn’t much worry for him. His only worry was to not make his mother look bad. No one wanted to make Blake look bad.

Some people would say they were a family of snakes, but she’d beg to differ. They were simply smart and looking out for one another. Even if they were snakes, snakes weren’t bad. Snakes kept the world balanced. Snakes helped take care of her garden, eating the insects and rodents so that she had herbs, spices, fruits, and veggies. All natural. All delicious. Snakes were necessary.

But, they weren’t snakes. Snakes lied. Family never lies.

Her heels against the gravel made a subtle noise, while she glided towards her son, with both prominence and elegance. When she approached Levi, her cold eyes known for scrutiny scanned him, like they usually do for all her children, and as an end result, she nodded in approval, “You look dashing, baby.”

There was a brief pause.

Lifting her hands, she brushed his shoulders, flattening the little wrinkles she could see in his shirt, before bringing her hands back to her side, “Excited to get more… acquainted with our neighbors?”

Levi looked to the side, his thoughts straying elsewhere. He’d already become acquainted with some of their neighbors, in a way. Watching through a lens and a couple of windows might not count as an introduction, but as far as Levi was concerned, he already knew some of these people. He wasn’t impressed.

“Why’d we move here Mom? These people… they’re so,” Levi paused, searching for the right word. “Suburban.”

After scrunching her nose at the question, Blake admittedly sighed, “Intervention.” Noah and her weren’t the healthiest, since both had their own demons they had yet to face. Years of problems that accumulated to this point. It made it hard for her to write. The ‘man of the house’ rarely even talked to her like he use to. Like truly, deeply talked to her. She couldn’t recall when it all started, when the love became barren in their household and they simply pretended to care. She tried to shield her children. It was her job to protect them, but the hatred and spite kept growing.

They needed change. That was the only way for them to go back onto the righteous path. To be healthy and happy. “I think this will be good for us. To slow down and think of what truly matters, which is family. As the basic principles of the Bible explain, nothing in our universe happens randomly. Our old pastor once said, ‘Sacrifices brings forth the blessings of heaven’ and I believe this is a sacrifice we all must make, for the bigger picture. Understand, son?” Blake didn’t want to layout the obvious. That there were more times than not that the family felt like it was falling apart, but her distant, yet sorrowful eyes said enough.

Levi pursed his lips and nodded. It didn’t make sense, but he wasn’t stupid. They were here already, he didn’t see them packing up and moving again. “To the block party we go then,” Levi said, his lack of excitement evident in his tone. This had all been a mistake. He was certain of it.

“Very well.” Blake eyed her son in silence before leading the way back inside, into the kitchen, “Levi, grab one of the dishes, have your sister grab the other one.” Mrs. Harvey was all about visual presentation and showing her kids were involved with the family was a good sign of her great parenting. Blake decided to make simple dishes. Hand snacks — all freshly made (something she did before her smoke break).

One of her dishes was baked parmesan puffs, which has never failed at any party. Especially popular with the young ones. The other dish, on the other hand, was made by both her and her brother.

Where was he anyways?

He did the grilling, but she did all the prep. Their final dish was steak tacos on a stick, which had a marinade sauce with garlic, jalapeño, cilantro, cumin, lime juice, and vegetable oil. It was also seasoned with salt.

The steak sat in the sauce throughout the night, as well as the avocado, corn, red onion, and tortillas (separate bowls, obviously). In time, ‘Uncle Lou’ threaded the steak, and other ingredients, on skewers and grilled it for a bit. The final touch was squeezing the lime over them, and covering the tray so that they can bring it to the party to be served. She’ll bring hot sauce as an optional add on, for whoever wanted a bit more heat to their kebab.

Having entered the kitchen after the fact that her husband called out for her (she didn’t hear him), her withdrawn glare met his face and then trailed down his body, to the beer in his hand. Of course. “Look who’s ready to go.” She sarcastically teased, before turning away from him and calling out for the rest of her children, “Isabel! Samuel! We’re leaving now.” She needed to make sure Sam didn’t have any flyaways. Presentation mattered.

Seeing the tray of kebabs, Blake rolled her eyes with the sudden realization of one more person that lived in her ‘happy’ home. Looking over her shoulder, at Noah once more, she clicked her tongue in annoyance, “Have you seen Louis?” Just saying his name was like nails against a chalkboard.

CANCELLED.

_{Friday Evening
Collab with @Hey Im Jordan}

Nobody is perfect. Beatrix knew that firsthand. She laid on her back, on her bed, in gray sweat pajamas. Thinking. Just thinking. All her actions led to this moment, where her ‘end game’ lover felt it was necessary to ground her. Groundage in the form of limited affection and time spent in her room to contemplate her life so far. As if her mother’s talk wasn’t enough. No Friday night fun night with her friends.

Well, what friends? Trixie didn’t know who to consider as her ride or dies. alliances, frenemies, and simply put, those she could use. People that benefit her and the school. In other words, those that benefited Hailey. Her life was upside down and she was seen as weak and stupid from the whole student body. How was she going to redeem herself now? HOT had fallen, yet at the end of this dark tunnel was Owen. She had Owen again. Being fallen wasn’t so bad. She had love. What mattered more?

That didn’t change she felt friendless, hated, and dumb. On top of that, she felt lonely. She hated that feeling the most. Luna and Stella were family, but her actual friends? The people she’d run to at school? Anyone other than Owen? There was no one. Or at least, that’s how it felt.

Maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as alone as she thought she was.

Not wanting to be left to her own devices, since Owen was preoccupied with catching up with his sister, Trixie had scanned through her contact list, finding a loophole in her punishment. Her dark, naturally seductive gaze caught sight of her favorites.

Hailey: Yeah, no. She wasn’t ready to confront her.
Marshall: Usually, she would, but not tonight. He had enough going on, especially now that he and Jamie were an item, but also… that dinner was awkward.
Jamie? He was on Owen’s shitlist. It was best if, for now, she kept her distance. At least until next week.
There was Selena, though! Actually. No. Nevermind. Too close to Hailey.

Her eyes stopped on Ophelia’s name. Trixie thought about the snap, which led to her thinking about that one fateful drunk night, where she was told everything and she suckerpunched the Candy Queen. Ophelia was her best friend, who probably understood her even more so than Marshall. At the same time, she took part in telling lies. Ophelia tried to sever a bond of love, which goes against everything she stood for. But, Trixie’s eyes couldn’t leave her name. Trixie wanted to talk to her. Trixie didn’t want to be alone.

Taking a deep breath in, the latina decided to go the mature route, just like her mama told her to. She was better than this. If she was going to do things right, she needed to talk to her friends. She needed to have heart-to-hearts. She needed to know… why? Why her? First, with Ophelia, then eventually, with Hailey. Since at the end of the day, they were family and if she didn’t attempt to hear their piece, then she wasn’t any better. Adding fire to the fuel was easy, but forgiving and moving forward? That wasn’t.

To: Fifi
Are you free?

To: Fifi
To comeover.

As was the usual with Ophelia, the response to the text message came at the speed of light. Ophelia was often attached to her phone, and it was completely out of the ordinary for a text message response from the Candyland Queen to take longer than a minute at the absolute maximum to respond to a text message...

From: Fifi
Sure! i’ll be rite over!

Welp. It was happening. Ophelia was a bit more understanding than Hailey, so Trixie felt slightly better about herself.

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Well, this was worse than Ophelia could have ever imagined. They were just sitting there, awkwardly. Neither one of them had said more than a word of ‘hey.’ Not even the simple ‘how are you?’ ‘I’m great, thanks.’ automatic reply that most people their age had beaten into them by now. No, no. This? This was perfect, absolute silence. Ophelia wasn’t even sitting on the bed, she was just standing there. This was too much. It’d been an eternity! Well, it had been almost five minutes, but it felt like a fucking eternity. She would have none of this! No more, no more!

Ophelia would deal with the problems and the repercussions as they came, consequences be damned. What was Trixie gonna do? Make Jamie write another article about her? Whatever. “...so I hear you and Owen are back together.”

“Plan to fu—”ck that up too. No. Trixie. Maturity. “—Yes. Yes, we are.”

“Yeah, I was thinking I’d find a way to take pictures so it looks like he’s hooking up a redhead? Only it’s Ruby. Don’t tell anyone, it’s a secret.” Ophelia was on the fast track to getting punched in the face again, but it was just the way she was. She thought she was funny.

A slight smile cracked on Trixie’s face. “Well, that would be a bit easier since she wears like nothing.” Honestly? The fact that Ophelia used Rose was a feat in its own and Trixie couldn’t tell who she was no matter how many times she looked at the picture.

“Yeah, I know. ...unf.” Ophelia hooked a bit of her blonde hair behind her ear, and took a seat in the chair at Trixie’s desk, spinning around in a circle. “I never broke you guys up, on the wall. Because I thought it would right itself eventually. And it… did? I just got a shiner in the process. Someone has to pay for Hailey Green being psychopathic. Guess it might as well be me.”

“I guess in the end, the fall out had everything to do with my insecurities. Not so much that you’re a manipulative cunt.” Trixie stuck out her tongue. Insult intended. Her tense shoulders eased, along with the tension. Being real was the best therapy and the only person she had to blame for breaking up with Owen? Was herself. But, she was put between a rock and a hard place. Those times tested characters, she chose wrong. Now, she was fixing it. Fixing everything. “I think I need to talk to her.” Hailey was her cousin, after all.

“Yeah, maybe. Well, don’t do it tonight, dude. She missed movie night with Big Ty on Wednesday and is having it tonight with Ty and Hana. So, like… well, I mean I guess if you want her to kill you. Because, I bet she would, dude.” Ophelia warned, spinning in the chair again. She was at least relaxed now, it’d only taken one joke to fix things, “I don’t think anyone has ever interrupted a movie night. That might be a fun experiment! Seeing what happens when it’s interrupted.”

“I mean, it’s not like she doesn’t deserve it.” What was Trixie even saying? The best move would be to not ruin Hailey’s time with her father, but part of her wanted to poke the bull. Y’know what? They were already dead. Standing up, she crossed her arms and challenged Ophelia with her stare, “What do we have to lose? Let’s fucking ruin her night.”

Ophelia frowned, shaking her head. While she agreed with Trixie that Hailey arguably deserved it, she wasn’t sure it was a good idea… “I don’t know. Making threats and then acting on them is like… Hailey’s game, and sure it would be good to give her a taste of her own medicine, but you have to think about the fallout, right? What about Ty’s night? Or Hana’s night? It’s not like we can ruin Hailey’s night and leave them untouched… I dunno, I don’t wanna ruin a family’s night. Honestly? I don’t even want to ruin Hailey’s. I’m trying to put all this behind me. I’m even going out of my way to accept most of the blame. Shoutout to Jamie.”

Grumble. As hotheaded as Trixie wanted to be, Ophelia made sense, as she usually did. However, if there was anyone who taught her how to get even it was both Ophelia and Hailey. Why did she have to take the high road? It was such an annoying, self righteous path. “Fine. She can have her family night.” Trixie was once again annoyed. Seemed to be a common feeling these past couple of days. Plopping her ass back down on the bed, she rolled her eyes, “Fucking Jamie got no sense, but he’s a snake and I knew that. I blame myself. I didn’t know you’d tell me literally everything, so I told Jamie if he could find out more, he’d get to print the story. Didn’t expect it to be this bad. And now I suffer the consequences. That’s what I get for letting my emotions get the best of me!” No Owen love for her.

“Well, who told Jamie? Because it sure as fuck wasn’t me, dude.”

“Drunk me tried to kill myself. So, I guess me because he stopped that, but I don’t know where he got the gory details. I just kind of rambled and was ready to drown.” Nonchalantly, Trixie shrugged. She couldn’t really recall half the shit she said that night to either Ophelia or Jamie. She was drunk.

“Well, damn, you really shot yourself in the foot on that one, huh? Whatever. It’s not like Hailey cares anymore, so however you me and Owen react is the only thing.” Ophelia said, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t know if you understand, but Hailey is really… really infatuated with that Hana girl. I guess you’ve been kinda disconnected from Ms. Green for the past couple of days, but… It’s crazy.”

“Heh.” Owen’s reaction to Jamie? Been there, saw that. “Yeah, it’s hard to really pay attention to someone else’s love life, when your own life feels like it’s falling apart. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been kind of depressed until recently. Honestly, you telling me everything? Was kind of… a relief. Even if drunk me is kinda irrational as fuck. I’m happy for Hailey, though. But, part of me hopes… it fails. I know, I know I shouldn’t think like that but I kind of hate Hailey right now. And I’m not even 100 percent sure how I feel about you.” Absentmindedly, Trixie started braiding her hair.

“You can feel however you want. This is just you getting closure. After this, you either talk to me, or you don’t talk to me. You can avoid me, I’m easy to avoid. I’m loud and you see me coming a mile away. 2But you, of all people, can’t avoid Hailey Green. You live in her father’s house, and she loves her father more than she loves anyone in the world. So you either move to Owen’s house and spend the rest of your time getting dicked down, or you stay here and you make it water under the bridge with Hailey. Good luck, it’s not an easy choice. Me? Me, personally? I’m gonna weather this storm, and hopefully be back to normal in like a week or something… I know Cassie is still with me, and she’s… she’s the rock. Then there’s that Kit girl. She’s cool.” Ophelia shrugged and put on a face that showed how little she cared about her reputation at this point.

“I still care about you.” Trixie admitted. You can’t just get over a best friend in a day or two and she didn’t think she was capable of doing that with either Lia or Hails. They were her life for most of her high school career. “As for what I’ll do, I’ll talk to her. Not tonight. But soon. I don’t necessarily want to be at Owen’s place 24/7 until me and his mom kind of… talk things out too. Kylie isn’t very happy right now.”

“Yikes. The other crazy lady in your life, huh? I’ll go with you for that one, it’s not like she’s doing anything. She just sits at home and talks to Mom on the phone.” Callouts? Maybe. But it was TRUE. “Might as well. Maybe she hates me more than she hates you, and like… what’s she gonna do? Tell my mom? My mom is letting me handle this on my own. She says ‘you can figure it out on your own Ophelia.’ ‘Course, she also says not to read Batman comics and that I should watch something other than Batman the Animated series, so what does she know?”

“How did she take it, actually? Your mom, I mean. Finding out everything that happened? My mom. She surprised me… more calm than I thought she’d ever be.” Having Ophelia with her while she faced Kylie didn’t sound like a bad idea. Plus, Ophelia probably knew what Kylie liked because of her mom, who knew everything about Kylie. Could be a good weapon!

“She was fine with it. Things happen at our age, she said. I shouldn’t worry about it, she said that it happens, and what’s important is what I do next. So, that night I snapped you. Because I wanted to say I’m sorry. And I am sorry. I messed up, but I don’t know how to say no to Hailey… She’s…. you know.” Ophelia shook her head and brushed it off, “doesn’t matter. Let’s head over to Kylie’s. Uncle Troy will be delighted to see me, or he’ll stab me in the face.”

“O-oh. Right now?” Trixie didn’t think she’d see Kylie this very night! She was on punishment from Owen! He’d give her another punishment! Even so, it was obvious that Trixie had already forgiven Ophelia. She knew how Hailey was, and if roles were reversed and she had a silver tongue like Fifi did? She probably would’ve done the same thing. It was a dog eat dog world, after all. Yet, she also knew Hailey. No matter how much she was telling herself to hate on her cousin, which she really did right now, she knew there was merit in her actions, even if the way she went about it was wrong.

Owen had anger issues, Hailey needed control and didn’t like others belittling her, Ophelia would talk her way around any situation, and Trixie? Trixie was a whirlwind of emotions. They all weren’t perfect, but the one thing they did have in common was: they needed someone, anyone, to make their lives feel a little less mundane. Why did Ophelia have the Candies? They were her family. Now, a bit torn apart. Why did Trixie feel inclined to talk to her again? To forgive her? Because she was family. Things might look dark in the moment, but her auntie Julie always told her there’s a silver lining. There’s always a silver lining. Things would get better. They must.

“Uh… duh? What else are you doing? You’re just sitting here in your PJs… I can’t think of a better time to go speak to your future mother-in-law so you can live there and have her son show you the glorious pleasure of being cummed inside on a consistent basis. Come on, my car is here.” Ophelia shook her head and gestured for Trixie to follow her, headed toward the door. Lia didn’t understand Trixie’s hesitance, but attributed it to worrying about how Kylie would react. It was a fair worry, she supposed. Kylie was a bit… of a bitch, to say the least. “I’ll tank most of it for you, don’t worry so much.”

Jesus. Lia was super thirsty and needed to get laid. It’s been awhile since Trixie’s heard her vulgar comments. Biting her bottom lip, Trixie considered her options. Stay here, brood, be lonely, wait on Owen. Or, go to the Lyons, get shit done, be a little less lonely, but end with a spank. Shrugging to herself, having finished her braid, the ‘naughty girl’ stood up, deliberately disobeying her boy, slipped on her shoes, keeping on her pjs, and followed behind her best friend, “Hey, I was wondering…” They walked down the stairs, “What’s it like to be a Candy?”

“Sugar, spice, and everything nice…”

Strings

-snipped-

Strings

Tate

27 ♦ M ♦ Bisexual

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summary

Started with dirt and turned that dirt into gold.

brief history

Child services ripped Tate from his biological mother, who he genuinely loved, even aside from her blaring flaws and terrible parenting. Let's just say he was exposed to things no child should bare witness to at such a young age, especially visuals in regards to nudity due to his mother's occupation. Even so, that didn't change the fact that she hustled for both her and her son. He admired her for that. She wasn't perfect, far from it, but she was definitely a diamond in the rough. Even if he was small, he could see that she loved him and would do whatever she can to provide for him... that is, until she couldn't anymore.

To think he had an even worst upbringing as a kid and teen than as a toddler and baby. That's not saying much. On his seventh birthday, he was brought into foster care, his new guardians being the Paxtons, a lower-middle class family that preferred a lifestyle of minimalism and religion. A drastic change from the life he was use to. With his mom, he had more than enough freedom, but with the Paxtons, this new home, there were rules and expectations. There was structure and tradition. You can only imagine how Tate reacted. Not well.

Somehow, his actions only caused his new parents to fall even more in love with him, knowing it was their 'fate' to save him and ease his troubled soul, so! They adopted him two years later, as a gift for his ninth birthday. One can say he isn't fond of the day that he was brought into the world. Nothing good happens on July 31st. On top of that, nothing he did seemed to stir his parents. He acted out, he broke things, he skipped class, and yet... they still felt inclined to forgive him. His new parents were sickeningly nice and it honestly gave him the creeps. One thing he noticed about them was, aside from them focusing all their attention to 'change' him, they lacked ambition. They were fine with playing house. They were stagnant. He was the most interesting thing in their lives and that... that was sad.

Throughout all this, he met this girl named Tish (he was 13, she was 11), their green thread was the first thing he noticed. What the hell was this string? Who the hell is this girl? These threads of fate that he now chooses to ignore because who the hell made this shit up? 'Strings' define your relationship with someone. What the fuck? And yet... he couldn't ignore this girl. They clicked instantly and while he helped her use her voice and express her individuality, she drove him to get his act together and make something out of himself. Years later, when he was twenty three, no longer living under the same roof as his parents (but still receiving letters of prayers in the mail - reluctantly so), he built his playground that was all inspired by the memory of his mother.

He called her IMPULSE. Nowadays? It's the best strip joint in Boston.

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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓣𝓲𝓼𝓱⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{Da fuck you lookin' at? Eyes on her face. Not her bod. I crack skulls for a living.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{If you haven't noticed, I get attached to girls and play big brother. What can I say? I'm a lady's man. With Cherry, I want to help. Right now, that's in the form of cash-money. If she needs someone to read a script with, I'd be down but gotta' find an audition first. I will send her job opportunities if I find 'em. So far, just porn! But, she doesn't need to go further down the rabbit hole that is my industry. She's better than that.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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dialogue colour: 3041cb
faceclaim: Liam Payne
theme song: Kangaroo Court - Capital Cities

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Jamie

25 ✿ F ✿ Heterosexual

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summary

A contagiously optimistic hot mess, whose life revolves around her employer, leaving her with little to no time to pursue her dreams.

brief history

If Jamie could do anything else than what she is doing now, it would be photography. She loves painting a beautiful visual for her audience, which is anyone who follows her blog: Operation Beautiful. A place where she gives daily reminders that you can take on your day with an iron fist, where she writes entries whenever she is inspired (every Tuesday and Thursday, ideally), and occasionally, a vlog appears, but those are rare. The main reason, though? A place where she can showcase her pictures. Anything really, that can brighten people's days, while she shows her journey as a striving, young adult trying to make something out of herself. Whatever that may be. A confidence blog, which she hopes is helping people, even a little.

She's learned over time that photography shouldn't be limited by one aesthetic, so growing up, she's practiced taking pictures of distinctively different subject matters. However, her strength would definitely lie in capturing memorable and candid moments, showing the beauty of people. Everyone was beautiful to her. If only everyone saw what she saw... Unfortunately, her dreams are only in the form of a blog because she needs stability and currently that is in the form of being the personal assistant of a real estate mogul.

Having recently turned twenty five, she asks herself: 'How did I get to this point in my life?' Jamie helps with time and daily management, meeting arrangements, morning juice runs (not coffee), lunch runs, dinner runs, cooking, cleaning, folding a man's underwear, making sure a house is in perfect shape for visitors at any moment in time, advice that may not always be taken well, sending flowers to love interests, finding out everything about people as protocol, contact information memorization for friends, for coworkers, for clients, all for one, single person!

The fact that she even has time for a blog is amazing, but she is chaotically functional. Sure, sometimes she drops the really expensive juice at his favorite cafe and have to go back to get another one, sure, she may have walked in on him flirting and maybe, undressing a woman, but she still has her job! And she'd like to say she's pretty good at it, even if HE is her top priority and not herself! It doesn't help that when she walked to his office for her interview she was following a purple thread and boy was she surprised to find that her new employer was at the end of it. NO, she didn't find him HIGHLY attractive and LICKABLE. NO, she has never entertained the possibility of HER being the woman in his office. NO. She has NEVER thought about him in her mind! NO. She was his assistant! Nothing more, nothing less.

In other news, she has a degree in Public Relations, and a double minor in communications and language. All that she is currently putting into good use, but... is this what she wants to do for the rest of her life? Was she even making her parents proud? They've always told her photography wouldn't pay well, so here she was. Working as an assistant for a handsome, dirty, rich man. Maybe, she should go into real estate too. She has a pretty good connection, even if there was a lot of... NOTHING! A lot of NOTHING.

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^{RESERVED by JORDAN.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{I will stop everything for her. If I get in trouble, whatever. It's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission... sometimes. Kate is far too important to leave hanging. If she got hurt, and I could've stopped that from happening? What kind of friend am I! So, like my boss, I stay in contact with her 24/7.}
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other information

dialogue colour: ffbf00
faceclaim: Zoe Elizabeth Sugg "Zoella"
theme song: How You Love Me - 3LAU, ft. Bright Lights

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Strings

What a cute idea!

@Hero

I wished there was a heart icon rather than a thumbs up lol. This is indeed a cute idea.