bad company.

" no, i'm not right for you. you know you're no good for me. oh, won't you be my bad, bad company. "

[abramczyks]

ofwests:

       “ UH, ” is all he can muster, blinking rapidly as he tries to keep up with the rush of words that pour out. “ this coffee is actually for someone else.. so if you want to come with me when i get one for myself, sure. i just gotta drop it to the boss, first. but between you and me, the coffee cart on the other end of the lot makes ‘em way better. ”

“ OH,” ainsley sighed, nodding in understanding. “well, i don’t wanna keep you from delivering hot coffee to your boss. they–they might not like it too much if you get there and it’s cold. but i’ll keep that other side thing in mind! i didn’t even know there was one there. so, thanks for that.”

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sabswartz:

“They do make us over into almost entirely new people when we’re filming,” Sabrina pointed out, shaking her head quickly. “No harm has been taken. You definitely wouldn’t see Maddie caught dead in a onesie. There’s very little we have in common aside from our choice in lipsticks.” It would be a part of her signature, eventually, the bold red color she had a tendency to choose. “It’s nice to meet you, Ainsley. What do you do around here?”

“ OH, trust me. i’m beginning to grasp that,” she admitted with a nod and a giggle. “lipstick is important, though. particularly to me. i’m a make up artist, actually. on the broke pack. i just started like a week ago.”

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atticus-fitzsimmons:

Being faced with word vomit that rivaled his own, Atticus stared blankly at the girl in an attempt to slowly process what had been said to him. Was this what people felt like when they were talking to him? A moment later, he noticed her moving to leave, and promptly stepped around to stand in front of her again. “I’m actually a tea drinker - living up to the British stereotype and all. This is a tea, although it’s an appallingly bad tea. I’m almost certain that I could’ve done a better job blindfolded but I suppose I shouldn’t expect any different from a coffee shop,” he rambled, staring down into his cup, before realizing he was sidetracking. “Sorry. Um, yes. That’d be nice, sure. As long as I can have a tea, I’d be more than happy to join you. Obviously you can have whatever you’d like to drink; I’m not going to force tea upon you, just because it’s what I-…” He trailed off, chuckling lightly. “Apologies. Yes, we should get a drink sometime,” he summarized with a smile and a nod. 

AINSLEY’S eyes widened at his words. was this what it was like to talk to her? “wow, if you’re going to diss on coffee, i don’t know if we can get tea, then,” she began with a laugh. “i love tea, but coffee has my heart. there’s just so much more caffeine involved. anyway... british, you said? that’s amazing.” she paused a moment, knowing that she needed to catch her breath before continuing to ramble. “no apologies, i’m pickin’ up what you’re puttin’ down. so, were you thinking hot tea or long island iced teas? i’m down for either. especially if you’ll bring that accent of yours.”

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althva:

althea’s lips twitched slightly with a subtle show of her amusement, more impressed with ainsley’s spewed form of articulation than she was bothered. ❛ just a bit, ❜ she agreed, lifting her cappuccino to her lips. she felt soothed by its warmth, swiping her tongue over the bit of foam that dared cling to her pout. ❛ i’ve seen you around, ❜ not a question, but a statement, light blue eyes looking thoughtful as she tried to connect the other’s face to any shred of a memory. ❛ you’re a makeup artist, aren’t you? on the broke pack? ❜ 

“ UH, yeah,” ainsley replied, confirming her the answer to althea’s question. seeing the blonde’s coffee reminded her that she hadn’t even made it into the cafe line yet. “don’t worry if you’ve seen me wondering around like a lost puppy. i mean, i am a lost puppy most of the time. but i’m getting better at that! i really need a map or something... i’m ainsley, by the way. nice to meet ya.”

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jdylansimon:

“You know, this might look like coffee to the unsuspecting passerby, but it’s actually hot chocolate.” Dylan held up his small thermos cup, dashingly bedazzled with one of Astro’s old puppy collars, and smiled at what was a relatively new face around the studio. “Tell you what,” he called out, just as she’d started to walk away. “I am very partial to smoothies. This week, I’m feeling banana. How does that work out for you?”

“ PLOT twist,” ainsley joked, a little disappointed with herself for just assuming that what was in his cup was coffee. she smiled widely at his suggestion. “smoothies? with the j. dylan simon? how could i ever say no to that? i could never forgive myself. bananas are great, but i’ll probably get peach. i think that would work well for me,” she paused to take a breath, attempting to avoid anymore word vomit and embarrassment in from of her childhood celebrity crush. “when would you like to do this? shall we call it a date?”

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sabswartz:

“I think maybe the best option for you would be that wine, then. Not that I’m trying to get you drunk.” “I’m a strawberry person, myself. But peach is specially delicious during the summer. You could say that, I’ve been on Suburbia for a couple of years now.” Her smile stayed in place, her focus on the other’s face. “Although, I apologize if this is rude, but I don’t know your name. I’m Sabrina.”

“ STRAWBERRY is nice, too,” ainsley agreed. she took a few quick sips of her coffee before continuing. “oh, suburbia! huge fan of that show, can’t believe i didn’t even recognize you. i hope you don’t take that in the wrong way... i definitely don’t mean that negatively. oh, no. not at all. i wouldn’t expect you to know my name -- i’m ainsley.”

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althva:

❛ do you always talk like that? ❜ the pa queried after watching caramel tousles flick over the other girl’s shoulder as she turned to leave, quick to interrupt her wave goodbye with subtle words drawing her to stay. ❛ y’know…without taking a breath? i was half expecting you to turn blue in the face. ❜  using her foot, she gently pushed at the chair sat across from her, offering a seat to the other. ❛ if you can relax, you can stay. ❜

AINSLEY nodded, sure to at least attempt to gather her thoughts before she spoke. “uh, yeah. that happens a lot,” she admitted, taking her lower lip between her teeth. “i’m just not -- i don’t’ know, i would say i’m not good with words because obviously, i’m fairly good with words. i have a lot of words to say. right... i’m doing it again, aren’t i? i promise, i’ll try to chill out a little.”

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sabswartz:

Sabrina turned with wide eyes to face the female who had just spoken, finding her just slightly familiar but not so much that she could pinpoint a name to the person. “Relax for a second, would you?” she interrupted, letting out a small burst of laughter. “I do like iced tea every now and then - as long as it’s sweet. How new are you to the studios?” Her head tilted to one side, the smile on her face as genuine as it was trained as part of her public persona. For some reason, the crew member seemed almost endearing.

AINSLEY exhaled deeply before turning around to face the female again. “relaxing really isn’t in my composition,” she answered, meeting eyes with the brunette. “but i agree with the sweet part! peach is the best, in my opinion. oh, i’m really new. only been working about a week or so, i guess. are you a veteran around here?” as much as she'd tried to ensure that she knew exactly who everyone was, there were some faces she just couldn't put a name to under pressure.

[abramczyks]

“ WOULD you want to get a coffee? i mean, i know you’re having a coffee right now, i meant, like, at a different time…with me. or, it doesn’t even have to be coffee, it can be any kind of beverage…like a wine, or a beer- not that i want to get you drunk. we could get iced tea. do you like iced tea? would you want to get an iced tea with me?” ainsley looked down at the coffee in her hand, trying to think of how she could recover from the word vomit that just exploded from her mouth. “i’m just gonna go... thanks for listening.” the brunette turned around with a brief wave.

[abramczyks]

if anyone would like to do a plot w ainsley pls lmk i even have ideas :))

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hxnleys:

     STUNNED, EMMETT DIDN’T know what to say. he nodded along to what ainsley was saying. “ it takes a while to get used to. ” emmett nodded, recalling his first time in the studio. “ so, how new are you to this place? ”

AINSLEY sighed, giving up on trying to locate her schedule. “oh, you know. about a week. i guess that makes me fresh meat, or whatever.”

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matthixs:

     WHEN the other approaches him he nearly barks, irritation lacing his voice. “ whatever the fuck it is, i’m not in the mood. ” he waves his hand at them absentmindedly. it’s one of those periods again, the ones where matthias can’t bring himself to do anything, let alone make small talk. “ if it’s work related, ask caro. ”

“ WHO’S caro?” ainsley replied, eyes widening at the other’s apparent annoyance. “honestly, i’m just here to grab my bag ad get out. whatever yous issue is, you can wait five minutes to continue your fit.”

[abramczyks]

open text | cece & ainsley

CECE: So. I need your help, as much as I don't want to ask for it.

CECE: I need someone to go into a coffee shop and ask some questions. Like you're making an order, while I observe. Also, so you can act as a witness.

CECE: You in?

AINSLEY: this sounds sketchy

AINSLEY: i'm into it

AINSLEY: can i ask why?

[abramczyks]

     “ LAST TIME I checked, that’s me, ” the brit laughed. reactions such as these were something that he has gotten used to over the past fifteen years of being in the business. although emmett was twenty-four years old now, people were still equally excited to see him because of his role as harry potter. “ lovely to meet you, ainsley abramcyk. where are you s’posed to be? ”

“ OBVIOUSLY i have no idea,” ainsley admitted, pulling out her phone and attempting to find her shcedule. “even if i did, which -- for the record -- i totally thought i did, i wouldn’t know where to go. like, holy shit, who knew t his place would be so big. i get lost eight times a day.”

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audrcv:

     AUDREY didn’t even look up when she heard the door to her workshop swing open, her goggle-covered eyes focused on the breakaway window she was piecing together. ❝take three giant steps back unless you want to meet the wrong end of my buzzsaw. i finally got this place cleaned up after that earthquake and i’m not about to have the likes of you messing it up again.❞

AINSLEY cringed at the girls words, having hoped momentarily that no one would have noticed that she d walked into the wrong room once again. she was really going to need a map of this place, not that she was any good with directions anyway. “yikes, sorry,” she apologized, backing away from the girl. “i was just -- observing?” she tried to play off her mistake.

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hxnleys:

     IT HAD BEEN two whole months since emmett stepped foot in his trailer. the whole ordeal had been surreal ⎯ from stepping foot from the plane back to america to walking the streets of los angeles. camera flashes would blind him with every move he made, so the privacy of the closed studios was something he greatly appreciated. however, he was taken aback when he noticed somebody already in his mostly-empty trailer. “ oh, uh. hi, ” he greeted awkwardly. 

BEING new to zenith as an employee, ainsley was definitely not new to the actors. she’d been a big fan for sometime now, and had even studied up on the shows and cast members she wasn’t familiar with so that she wouldn’t seem quite as starstruck when faced with them. regardless, the brunette had still managed to embarrass herself multiple times within her first week of work. she’d been waiting almost twenty minutes in a trailer for what was supposed to be her next meeting, but when he walked in she realized she was in the wrong place. “wow, you’re emmett henley, i--” her eyes widened. “ainsley abramczyk. hi. i am so in the wrong place.”