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franmellinaâ:
Fran didnât know what it was about this blonde that intrigued her, yet here she was spending time on her anyway. She felt like she was this puzzle she was trying to figure out - how someone who looked so innocent Fran met for the first time in a motel. âAly James,â Fran repeated the name, making a mental note to find out all that she could about the young woman when she had the chance. She couldnât help but laugh at Alyâs gusto and that was when Fran decided that she did like this blonde. âBut my handâs all banged up?â She asked, with a smirk, finding herself thoroughly entertained as she leaned back against her seat. âDidnât really take you as the type whoâd be freaked out by a messed up hand,â she murmured, an eyebrow raised as she said her assumption. âBeen gone for awhile, so I got some catching up to do with the business, but youâre right. I could do this in my office tomorrow, or at home. Speaking of-â Fran paused to tilt her head to the side as she regarded the blonde coolly. âIs that motel still your home, or were you telling the truth about it being used just for one night? Had a fun time?â Fran asked with a small smirk, though a part of her wished that if that were the case, she wouldnât have resorted to a motel, especially one that was in a shady part of town. âSo tell me all about yourself, trouble,â Fran said, the smirk still on her lips as she leaned forward, only breaking eye contact when their drinks were handed to them. âSalud,â she said, clinking her glass against hers, a bit impressed to see she was also a whiskey girl before taking a sip.Â
Fran gave off an aura of being hard to please, and it didnât take much for Alaska to realize that that was intentional. She wasnât cold, but rather, calculated. Everything she said or did, was said and done with purpose-- even if it came off so casually and comfortably. She looked almost entirely unfazed. For whatever reason, it just resonated with the younger girl, and for her those traits were something to be admired. â âNot. But I wouldnât want to accidentally hurt your hand, you know, stop you from bein able to cook,â Aly replied, dancing around the topic casually. Though their interactions had been few and far between, there was a reoccurring pattern of Franâs hand being damaged, and an excuse being tagged along. It was none of her business, what the truth was, but regardless, Alaska didnât actually want to accidentally fuck up her hand either way. âI lied,â The blonde smirked, âWas there for two or three,â. It was barely a lie...t what difference would the word days or weeks make at the point? âOver quicker than I wished it was,â she joked casually, despite her the fact that she absolutely hated being associated with that life, considering how close to reality it was. âIâve got a cute little 1 bedroom in Ashford now. Not sure how long Iâll be stayinâ, but it beats a motel,â Alaska lied, one she had told many a time before to the point where it almost felt true. If only it was.... she could use a break from a sleeping bag on cement. âOpa,â she replied, taking a sip of the drink. It didnât down as easily as vodka did for her, but it was a close second. âIâm from LA, went travelling for the summer, decided to take some time off before going to college, ended up here.... Decided that it would be kinda neat to spend a bit next to a different ocean for a change. Edens isnât so bad,â she shrugged, a well rehearsed lie that bothered her none. âWhat about you?â Aly asked, taking another sip.Â
party--artyâ:
âI could definitely throw some in if youâve got the coin,â Art mentioned, glancing over towards her as they continued walking the short distance towards Hectorâs apartment. He had yet to see her produce any money, so he was starting to wonder just how much she actually had and was intending on buying. If there was one thing Art was good at â or at least the one thing he would give himself credit for being good at â it was this part of it. Even if he was unsure about how he felt about the cartel right now given all of the drama within the family, old habits died hard. âI stick to weed. Canât be using up too much of the inventory.â He unlocked the door to the apartment and let her in, flipping the lights on as he tossed his snacks onto the couch, then headed towards the bag he kept his stash in in the bedroom closet. He came back out with it, opening it up to show her his inventory. âHow much you got on you, Rapunzel?â
Alaska laughed lightly with a gentle roll of her eyes. She couldnât blame him, but hey, âit was worth a shot,â. Every penny counted.... but she also knew when she was getting a good deal. She was weary to pull out cash, especially so openly in the street, but Aly could keep her wits about her. After all, she approached him, so itâs not like he was expecting her and had people hiding around the corners ready to rob her or anything. âHow do I know the stuffâs good, then?â the blonde cocked an eyebrow. Generally speaking, if the dealer did it, you knew it was good and not laced. Obviously people bought from him -as she had witnessed- but still... it was abnormal, at least from her perspective. âIf you ever want a buddy to try it with....â she shrugged as she walked through his door, throwing the offer out there, but with no obligations attached. âShit, dude...â Aly blinked. âMaybe not enough for all of that, but.... enough,â she said finally, pulling the thick wad of cash out of her pocket. Definitely more than she needed, and more than she should be carrying on her, but Alaska would rather be safe than sorry. He had shown her all of his goods, so there was really nothing to hide on her end. âOnly looking to score like a monthâs worth...â
party--artyâ:
âDamn, you like that hard stuff,â Art said with a slight snort of laughter, glancing over at her again. For some reason, she looked familiar, but he couldnât place where from. Then again it seemed like half the young women his age were blonde, so he could have just been mixing her up with someone else. âI got some of that, though. Mostly herb and blow, but got some Adderall and Molly. If youâre willing to wait, I could probably get you some crank or China White. Pick your poison.â
âI mean, I wouldnât be upset if you decided to throw some weed in there too,â she smirked, only partly joking. She didnât feel a need to prove herself, but sheâd be lying if she said it wasnât the least bit entertaining seeing peoples reactions to her. Once again, she was struck with how intricate Edens Town was.... one night sheâd be staying at her friends house in Kings Park, sipping expensive champagne, and the next night -just a couple streets over- drugs could run wild and free. Was it possible that there was a hierarchy of drugs and addictions? While she wouldnât admit she had a problem, she definitely knew to stay away from meth and heroin... let alone anything harder. Then youâd be looked down upon. âI still wanna wake up the next morning, so.... Iâll stick with the addy?â she had yet to try MDMA, but from what sheâd heard, that was typically best with friends around. âand blow too, actually. Just to mix it up,â she decided. âWhatâs yours?â Alaska asked then, thinking of what a dealerâs poison would be out of curiosity. It might be overstepping, but she was feeling friendly, and it was all about building relationships with your dealers.Â
party--artyâ:
Looking the girl up and down for a moment, Art tried to decide what it was she could possibly want from him. It took him a little longer than normal to catch her drift thanks to his current state, but when the light bulb went on, he let out a faint laugh. âI think I could do that, yeah. Iâll have to show you myself, though. Hard to explain where to go.â Really he just didnât have anything on him at that moment; all of his product being back at the apartment. âLet me grab my munchies, though.â Grabbing a couple different bags of chips, Slim Jims, and a few honey buns, Art made his way up to the counter and paid for his snacks before motioning for the blonde to follow him out of the store. âWhat are you looking to get?â he asked once they were finally a few yards away from the storefront where no one could overhear them.
Alaska practically expected him to make some comment about her being âtoo youngâ or whatever -she hated that her baby face and height could make people treat her differently- but was relieved when that wasnât the case. âThanks, âappreciate it,â she said, picking up what he was putting down. The blonde gave a curt nod, him going about his business. While the man picked up his munchies, Alaska slipped a chocolate bar into her pocket. What? He made for a good distraction. She followed him out until they were out of both sight and sound length from the store. Smart guy. It made sense that he wouldnât have any on him, seeing as itâs not like he was planning on making a deal today. âDepends on what yâgot?â Aly paused, âPills and powders, mostly...âÂ
carter-craneâ:
âUh, more than I can count?â Carter smiled as he pushed himself up from the couch and moved towards the basket of alcohol he had sent up to the room. âYou thirsty? For dinner I was thinking we could try out one of my favorite restaurants around here. Itâs pretty fancy but Iâve known the chef since I was a kid and I figured you might want an excuse to go shopping. I plan to. Time for a new suit,â he admitted and glanced over at her before pulling out some glasses. With the holidays coming closer, Carter needed a moment to get away and have some fun, knowing that his family coming into visit always stressed him out. It was bad enough he and his parents talked less and less these days but having them all around always stressed him out and it was the one time of year he had to pretend like his family was actually happy. âWhatever you want,â he told her as he finally popped the cork off the champagne and grabbed the glasses, pouring them out as he walked over to her. âSo, take a breath,â he told her softly and handed her a glass, âBecause weâre going to enjoy ourselves, okay?â He winked before holding up his glass and took a few sips. âSo..where do you wanna start? I promise you the place Iâm taking has like actual good food. Not like plates that come out and thereâs half a meal on there,â he added with a laugh, running a hand back through his hair as he moved to the window and smiled at the view. âIâm happy youâre here with me.â
âThey probably just donât have a number high enough for it....â Aly mumbled under her breath as she walked towards him. For whatever reason, her anxiety was feeling a bit higher than normal right now; maybe it was the height, maybe it was the idea of being in a new city -though that had never stopped her before-, maybe it was that this felt all too familiar, or far too different? They had an agreement, and for a girl with serious trust issues, she really did trust Carter... at the very least, they were friends, and sheâd be lying if she said his money wasnât a game changer for her. Regardless her vice was sitting on the table, and she could definitely use a drink right about now. âParched,â she replied, smiling at him. Considering ow much she was lying about, Carter certainly knew her well, and Alaska took the glass with grace. âSounds like a place imma need a new dress for, so maybe shopping isnât such a bad idea? Youâll have to tell me what looks best for this place, though,â she raised an eyebrow, taking a sip. It went down like water, the champagne clearly being an above-par brand and bottle-- to be expected, in the presence of someone like him. It still caught her off guard every time, but she wasnât complaining. âYou know I always enjoy myself with you,â she said honestly, âIâm really happy Iâm here too, with you.... thank you for bringing me,â Aly still couldnât wrap her head around it, and felt a bit shy or embarrassed saying it out loud.... but she was still thankful none the less, and wasnât going to not express that. âYouâll have to tell me your favourite things and places here, then. Iâve never been, but it sounds like youâve gotta bit of history...?âÂ
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Her life didnât feel real right now, she didnât feel like she was actually here-- and not in an âon drugs and out of touch with realityâ type of way. As the blonde stared out the floor to ceiling windows that spanned the length of the room -one of many in the suite- she could feel her breath literally be taken away. Everywhere she looked, the buildings looked like Kings Park on steroids. Alaska had no recollection of ever being in a building this high, and this was -what- the penthouse? She didnât even know what to call it. They werenât even that far from Edenâs, but it felt like a different world. She was mostly just thankful that they didnât have to get on a plane for their little weekend trip, and be forced to show a piece of ID or anything. It was one thing using a fake at the corner store to get a bottle of vodka... it was another to use it to travel through an airport. Her thoughts collected themselves, hearing Carter behind her hit the couch behind her. âHow many stories up is this, again?â Aly asked then, turning around. Her head shook, though a smile remained as she asked. As with anything and everything that had to do with Carter, this was just.... unbelievable.Â
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party--artyâ:
Art glanced up from staring at the row of snacks heâd probably been eyeing for far too long to be normal. The last few weeks had been rough on Art with all of the drama unfolding with his family and he didnât handle stress very well. In fact, the last few weeks heâd holed himself up inside of his apartment, eating junk food, drinking whatever drinks he had in the fridge, including the terrible beer Hector liked, and smoking his own product. He knew he shouldnât, but right now he didnât care about the cartel. Having a stranger approach him while he was currently still in the midst of this fog, it took him a minute to realize she was even referring to him at all. âI could say the same to you. I happen to live here in Ashford,â he remarked, raising a brow as he looked her over. For some reason, she seemed familiar, but he couldnât quite place where he knew her from. âIâm just tryna buy some snacks and get back to my apartment. Not really in a mood to party. What can I do for you?â
âI guess that explains why weâre both here, then... Ashford is.... thrilling,â she said sarcastically, a smile on her lips. It was certainly not known for its nightlife-- at least, not the kind that actively drew positive attention to the area. The guy in front of her looked a little bit lost, or ânot all thereâ, and she wondered how high he must be at this very moment. Regardless, all it would indicate to her is that she was talking to the right person. Most drug dealers she knew only really cared about one thing: did the buyer have the money? And, was it enough? Alyâs fingers curled at the bills inside of her sweater pocket. âI was hoping to buy something... but Iâm not sure theyâll have it here,â Alaska looked around. âThink you might be able to point me in the right direction?â her eyes finally landing on him.Â
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franmellinaâ:
Fran looked up to find the young woman she had found outside the motel she unfortunately had to go to to finish a job for her father. She hadnât needed to get her hands that bloody that night, but remembering that night she met the blonde made her remember what just happened in Chicago and why she had been away for a whole week. âCongratulations,â she couldnât help but reply with a small smirk. Fran had to admit that the younger woman did pique her curiosity, and though she was never really one to be sentimental, she still didnât want young girls being in shady places like that motel. Even if the blonde had nothing to hide about why she had been there that night, she was still in a place where things like murder and assault happen quietly, and she might not even be aware how they can happen right in the next room.Â
âCooking accident,â Fran said, gesturing towards her bandaged hand, not giving the blonde the chance to ask. Might as well get it out of the way before everything else and she took another moment to continue writing before putting her pen down and closing her notebook. âYou know, you keep popping up all the time and yet Iâve yet to know your name,â she mused out loud before tilting her head in the direction of the bar. âIâll have a whiskey,â Fran said with an eyebrow raised, wondering if the younger woman had the money to buy her her favorite drink. âPlease,â she added with a small smirk. âNameâs Fran Mellina,â she said, not having anything to hide in a town that seemed to already know so much about her and her life.
If it wasnât obvious already, the older girl was definitely giving off the vibe that she was hard to please, and the faint -though ever present- smirk came far and few between. Alaska didnât feel intimidated by it though... if anything, it was comforting and familiar. The brunette was keeping secrets, that much was obvious from the very moment they had met, but then again... so was Aly. However, she wasnât the one that was repeatedly showing up with literal blood on her hands. Still, Alaska knew better than to ask too many questions; if she did, other people were more inclined to ask them right back, and she wasnât ready for that. The blonde could deal with an unspoken agreement between the two to not ask too many questions. Alaska raised her eyebrows slightly, though nodding away at the womanâs rationale about the state of her hands this time. More importantly, her mouth stayed shut. âAly, Aly James,â she smiled, leaning back in her seat. âIâd shake your hand, but yâknow,â Alaska added casually with a shrug, again the liquor in her system breaking through her filter. She meant nothing of it, of course. Alaska turned around, calling over a nearby server. âTwo whiskeys, please,â she said, pulling out a twenty dollar bill and handing it to the woman as she walked away. She wanted to say that the name sounded familiar, but there wasnât a shot in hell Aly would be able to pinpoint from where, or why. â âYou ever stop workin?â she asked, her chin gesturing to the papers on the table. A bar seemed like a weird place to go to do some paperwork.Â
@party--artyâ
âHeyâ Aly said, approaching the dark haired male. He looked about the same age, to her, give or take a couple years. She had seen him around here before, sometimes with company, sometimes not, and wouldnât necessarily call him a stranger. What intrigued her most was when she spotted him transferring a baggie in one hand, and cash in another. Drug deals werenât anything new to Alaska, but it was still strange seeing one in Edens-- a town that prided itself in being to cute and quaint. She had depleted the stash she had brought with her when she arrived, and needed to replenish. The blonde wasnât craving any, but she knew eventually she would, and it was best to be prepared. With the most Carter had given her, Alaska needed to cover her bases... including drugs. Anything could change in a heart beat -Carter could wake up on day and decide âno moreâ- and she needed to be prepared. âItâs a Friday night.... got nothing better goinâ on than hanging around Ashford?â she asked with a small smirk on her lips, trying to be calm while still holding her confidence.Â
mayavarelaâ:
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WITH: @edtstarter
Despite Maya not taking on many clients herself since she was only an apprentice tattooist, her many had still been hectic and she had already spent several hours intensely focused on some new sketches. Her eyes needed a rest from the strain and her brain needed a little R&R from her family, and so Maya had left the tattoo studio to hunt down cute shots for her Instagram. But to no surprise it didnât take long until she had been distracted by her own reflection and she found herself musing over a new Snapchat filter that added on neck tattoos and the occasional face tattoos. âSo what are we feeling? Are these hot or not? Do I look cute?â Maya glanced across for a brief moment, hoping for approval from her company.
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and sometimes those two things are the same (entry #2) // j.a.s (via alayne-stone)
lumercanâ:
Location: Luâs place
With: @al-y-aska
Lu sometimes liked walking around in the dark in the middle of the night, just eating a sandwich and feeling Wendyâs wrinkly skin against her shin. She couldnât sleep so she decided to go grab a midnight snack, taking her time because she had classes the next day but they were in the afternoon but it seemed like Wendy got tired of waiting for her because she could hear her dogâs paws move away from her. Lu put the plate by the sink, only to turn around to get more soap and be faced with a silhouette of someone inside her house. The scream that left her lips was ear-splitting and she raised her hands up to show that she wasnât about to put up a fight. âS-stop! W-we donât h-have anyt-thing!â Lu said, knowing it probably wasnât likely someone came all this way inside her home just to kill her. It was more probable that they were probably trying to steal something, which was rich because while she was related to Evie, their families were pretty different financial-wise.Â
Alaska felt like an idiot; she didnât take drugs from random strangers, or new dealers that not even her friends knew... she only ever got her staff from a reliable source. So why the hell was she having such a bad trip? Was it possible for a baggie to go bad? She felt sick -not so sick that she felt like she might be overdosing, but sick enough that it was uncomfortable and making it hard for the blonde to sleep, her head pounding and back aching. An Advil or two would surely do the trick, but nothing was open right now. Normally, sheâd never take from anything but a richer neighbourhood, but she was desperate. The best she could do was one of the nicer houses in Ashford, and promise not to take anything but a pill for her headache. Alaska rummaged through the pantry cabinet adjacent the kitchen, being as quiet as she normally was, but her pounding head making every tap and shuffle sound like nails on a chalkboard. She was exhausted, and more than in just a sleep-deprived way... she just needed some peace and quiet, which is not what she got when she heard the shrill scream of someone behind her. Fuck.
The blonde turned around, her fight or flight responses being so delayed that she just stood there, frozen. âJesus fucking Christ,â she said towards the figure in front of her, her own hands raised. Shit shit shit shit shit. What should she do? Threaten? Yeah right. Run? Too late now, thanks to her piss reaction time. She was thankful for her hoodie and hair covering most of her face. Talk her way out of it....? It was only as big of a deal as you made it.... âRelax, ânot gonna take anything from you.... âcept maybe an Advil. You got any?â Alaska said, sternly but calmly. It was best to just keep the situation simple and under control, and then make her exit. Offering a âcompromiseâ could help the girl not turn to violence on Aly, too. âAnd then Iâll leave,â she added, raising an eyebrow slightly.