YOU, OLD SOUL.

ALEXANDRA DUMONT. Twenty-five. Architect.

[ninadaily]

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[misspocketworld]

[alexdumont]

judenolans‌:

“I am?” Jude said, brows raising eagerly. “Unexpected but I’ll take it,” he added with a grin. The kiss surprised him but of course, her enthusiasm matched his when it came to something like this, pulling her in for a hug. “Off to the bar we go then?” He was just about ready to leave the barn, pushing his hands into his pockets. “You know, someone might just take that statement the wrong way.”.

                                                       Alex’s eyebrows arched slightly as a sly grin twitched the corners of her mouth. “Yeah, well. You caught me in a vulnerable moment. But don’t let it get into your head,” she warned teasingly. Her smile grew wider as soon as he pulled her in a hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck and used her fingers to mess up his hair before pulling back. “Huh?” She threw him a puzzled look, which only lasted a second. The next, clarity dawned upon her features and laughter erupted from her throat. “Oops. God forbid someone around here gets the wrong idea,” she replied sarcastically. Alex couldn’t care less what strangers thought of her. Where Beaumont was concerned, she deemed most of her own neighbors as strangers---along with everyone else she didn’t see eye-to-eye with. “Yup. Though you don’t mind if we make a quick stop to my place, do ya?” she asked whilst heading to her car. “If we’re gonna mingle, I should probably put on something that doesn’t rig of horse feces.” 

[alexdumont]

roscoereeves‌:

“That’s why they freak me out. Could kick someone’s teeth in, no problem,” he said, adding a nod for emphasis. Even he had enough self-awareness to realize that if someone was going to be the target, he was damn near the front of the line. Her proposal was a way more his speed. Promising. Didn’t even have to push her or anything, he could just let her lead the way. “Sounds pretty good to me. Can’t believe I get to see what the home of a real-life Beaumont architect looks like - I think you might even be the first one.” Mostly in jest, though to be frank he couldn’t remember ever running into an architect in town. Not an actual working one, anyway, though he wasn’t sure if she was one of those, either or just another one of those wannabes who wanted to put their name to some weirdly angular eyesore. “You got drawings at home too? I’m gonna need to have a look at ‘em.”

                                                      A low chuckle bubbled in Alex’s throat. She couldn’t argue against his point---horses could very well kill a man with little force. In that sense, they were dangerous. But she’d fallen in love with the sense of freedom that came once one earned their trust. Alex was only six years old when she rode Moon for the first time. Out of a goddamn miracle her mother is still alive to this day to tell the tale; she’d flipped out. Yet, the brunette would remember that moment, along with every other she’d lived on Moon’s back, with nothing but fondness. “Oh, speaking of horses... You should hold yours a bit. I didn’t design the exterior,” she said whilst taking her car keys out of the back pocket of her jeans. She headed towards her car---a used Volkswagen Kaefer she loved with all of her heart---with Roscoe walking beside her. “One day; if I decide to stick around. But as far as drawings go, I got a whole block of them. You can knock yourself out.” As soon as they reached her car, she walked over to the driver’s seat and unlocked the vehicle, checking the street briefly before opening the door---an act almost unnecessary in Beaumont, but life-saving in New York. In her hometown, there was a higher chance of bumping her door onto a horse or a person than a moving vehicle. There were only a few dozens of those in town. She slipped inside and fastened her seatbelt nonetheless. Her fingertips drummed against the steering wheel before she glanced over at him. “Since our fields entwine, in a way.. Spill the beans. How bad does it doing what you do in Beaumont suck?”

[in-love-suggestions]

Warm Hearted Asks

[alexdumont]

in-love-suggestions‌:

Weather - What do you love most?

Dove - How do you express love?

Friendship Bracelet - What does friendship mean to you?

Loveseat- Describe your ideal house

Record Player - Love songs or breakup songs?

Stargaze - Celebrity crush?

Planter - Do you have a green thumb?

Linen - Do you prefer being friends with someone before starting a romantic relationship with them or starting straight into love?

Hot Cocoa - Three things you love about yourself?

Valentine - Do you like pda?

Succulent - What are you looking forward to?

Bath bomb - What is the best form of self care?

Roadtrip - Where is the farthest you’ve been from home?

Brown Sugar - What is making your heart warm today?

Pearls - Do you want to get married?

Seaside - Ideal date?

Luna Moth - City or country?

Velvet - What is your style?

Cupcake - Are you in love?

Romcom - Is your story a comedy or tragedy?

Sunset - Ask anything you want!

[alexdumont]

beau-britton‌:

         “Yee-haw” he said out loud with a thicker than usual accent, in on the joke on the jargon she straight up left behind. The jaunt like a breath of poo free fresh air. Opening The Duke’s passenger door to reveal a cooler inscribed with ‘tackle’ for shits and giggles. “So it true? You don’t see no stars in New York?” 

                                                      Alex’s head fell back as warm laughter erupted from her throat. “What the hell? You want my horses to kick me in the face or what?“ Beau checked all the boxes of a Tennessee native. She, on the other hand? Very little things reminded her of her own roots. Perhaps a 40′s in an old, dirty truck would help with that. Long strides soon turned into straight-on jog as she ran after him. While he managed to yank the passenger’s seat open, she slid underneath his arm to open the cooler and steal his poison from within. “Ah-ah! Mine,” she declared, hurrying away from him whilst keeping the bottle in a safe distance. A victorious grin on her features, and it didn’t falter (too much) upon hearing his question. “You can’t really see stars in New York. Too many skyscrapers. And too damn tall,” she quipped---fully attempting to deflect from an actual answer. 

[alexdumont]

warrenkenna‌:

There was no doubt in Kenna’s mind that it was true, since she did love Alex as well. The two never said that, after all, it would only make things weird, but the young woman had become one of the closest people Kenna could lean on for anything. Having never met her sister, the blonde considered Alex like one. “Again, you’re like the second millionaire I know, so. Which, if you think about it it’s pretty weird, someone like me knowing people like you.” She spoke honestly. Other people, good people didn’t have the connections the young blonde did - and that was all thanks to the ‘illegal’ activities she found herself getting into back in her hometown. A girl had to survive though, and Kenna didn’t regret a thing. It got her to places, selling drugs. “You want to take me to the barn? I don’t know. What if the horses don’t like me?” Kenna joked, wondering if she was even allowed to be there in the first place. “I’ve seen you walk out the shower, we’re past trusting each other at this point.” Laughing, her hand reached to grab a cushion and wrapped her arms around it. “Have you ever heard about the human centipede??” Kenna said out loud, as her head turned towards the direction of the kitchen. “Or that’s a no-no? I’ve heard it’s triggering. I’m curious but not as curious to start throwing up!” 

                                                         While Alex was picking the glasses, Kenna’s words reached her ears and caused a frown between her eyebrows. “I’m not a millionaire,” she argued lightly. It was true. Her parents got by decently due to the barn, while she’d gathered up a noticeable amount of money due to working in New York whilst studying under a full scholarship. But the scholarship ended the day she got her Bachelor. She’d used her own money to finish up her Master and then live in New York. This was supposed to be her time to put her knowledge into practice, yet she had a hard time finding someone who wanted to invest into a new building in Beaumont. “Besides---millionaires who don’t know you miss out on a whole lot, ‘kay?” she said, loud enough so the other could hear her from the kitchen. She didn’t want to believe people got to know one another by their association to money, but it was an unfortunate truth. It was by pure chance that the two met and bonded as much as they did. “Oh, shut up. I broke a heart or two back in the day, y’know?” Clearly referring to her ex, because she’d only been with one person all these years. “He got to see me walk out of the shower way before I trusted him.” It’d been over six months since the incident took place. Her voice didn’t fade as much anymore whenever she brought him up. “Which means---we’re going to the barn. Tomorrow,” she insisted whilst pouring ice cubs in both glasses. She brought those over to the low table in front of the couch and then went back another round for the bottle of wine. By the time Kenna suggested they watched The Human Centipede, Alex was back on the couch. “Oh, that’s a fucking-never-ever-no-no. Did watch it, freshmen year. Couldn’t eat anything or sleep for two weeks.” A shudder ran down her spine at the mere memory of the horrendous movie. “How’bout House of Wax? It’s bound to have its fair share of terrible; Paris Hilton’s in it.”

[alexdumont]

julissamvrie‌:

      ❝I am so bored. Tell me a game or a joke or something please. Or I swear I’m going to die,” the brunette said dramatically. 

                                                  “That’d be kinda hard, since I’ve never said a joke in my life,” Alex mused. She genuinely felt like the worst at telling jokes. “But as far as games go, I got the good ole ‘let’s take a shot everytime something stupid happens’ while binge watching horror movies.”

[alexdumont]

sebfoster‌:

“Why do drunk people think I’m their therapist. If you’re going to treat me like one, I expect a lot more tips. A lot more.”

                                                  "Probably ‘cause you’re the only sober person in a twenty feet range?” Alex inquired sarcastically. “Why don’t you go ahead and ask them? I bet they’d be too drunk to refuse. What’s an extra tip on some psychoanalyzation?”

[alexdumont]

people-scream-oh-riley‌:

“Can we all talk about how fuckin’ talented that Billie Eilish kid is? A bar brawl broke out last night cause some chick tried comparing Billie to Lorde but when I listened to her album this morning, there’s just no damn way. The two can’t compare.” 

“Did you break out the bar brawl last night? ‘Cause I honestly wouldn’t be surprised.”

[alexdumont]

biancaxparkerxbeaumont‌:

A wicked grin crosses Bianca’s face. She glances to the other woman, matching her expression. A raised eyebrow, a tilted head. “She’s amazing,” she says sincerely, nodding.

                                                      A grin spread on Alex’s mouth as well. It was obvious the other wouldn’t expect her to know where the quote came from. “Yeah. Is she your favorite?”

[alexdumont]

friedsausage‌:

“What? Throw away my super awesome map?” he asked and before it could be thrown away he folded it and shoved in his pocket. For future adventures. Which most likely meant that the map would stay in his pocket for couple of years until one drunken night he would find it and wonder what the fuck was it in the first place. “Okay, lets go.” Friedrich knew he’d forget the new paths rather quickly, but hey, worth the try of remembering them. He got up from his spot and eyed around them. “So.. where are we heading?”

                                                       Alex let out a sigh of surrender and shrugged her shoulders. “Fine. As you wish.” The man was clearly protective over his self-made map. There was no point arguing over the fact a map that couldn’t be read by its creator was of no use. Thus, she waited for him to stand up and started walking to the closest shortcut. “You’ll see,” she mused as a hint of a playful smirk pulled the corners of her mouth. From where they were going, they had to turn two times left, one right and then, depending on whether they went left again or kept on straight ahead, they ended up at the local school or a really good bakery. Alexandra was going for the latter. 

[alexdumont]

warrenkenna‌:

“You love me.” Was Kenna’s response, a wide grin taking over her face. Despite the tiredness that was written all over her features, the blonde was always up for some roomie moments with the one and only, Alex Dumont. “I guess the richer you are, the more likely you’ll come across disgusting things. I’ve never even seen a real horse.” The blonde admitted, letting her head drop backward, resting over the soft cushion she had placed there. “Aren’t you like immune to it now? The horse shit I mean. Jesus Christ, it’s Friday night and we’re talking about horse shit. How pathetic is that?” Letting out a laugh, green hues turned to look at now, one of her favorite people. “You’re letting me pick a movie? What has this world come down to? Fine. The worst horror movie, got it.” 

                                                       Her hues rolled in exasperation as soon as she heard her roommate’s words, as if to deny the fact. However, the little smile that crept on the corners of her mouth, gave her away. She did love her. She’d become one of the very few people who didn’t judge her or shut her out for what happened in New York. “Yeah, no. Don’t think so. Ask one millionaire whether they’ve bothered to shovel shit by themselves once in their lives or hired someone to do it.” Her father could’ve hired a worker if he wanted, but he liked taking care of the barn---however that meant. “Good point,” she chuckled. “Let’s forget about poop in all forms. How’bout I take you to the barn on the weekend? I refuse to share a room with someone who’s never seen a horse up close. It’s like, I don’t even trust you all of a sudden,” she teased as dryly as she could master. Then, she pulled herself off the couch and rushed to get the red wine with the two crystal glasses they saved for special occasions. “It’s a one in a lifetime chance. Do your worst!” she called over to the blonde from the kitchen. 

[alexdumont]

roscoereeves‌:

“Hey, no judgement there, sure won’t catch me near a barn unless I’m being dragged,” he told her, sympathizing with her chores. Roscoe definitely wasn’t the kind of guy to voluntarily get his hands dirty, at least not literally. “But I will gladly have a drink, whatever’s fine with me. You’re the one trying to escape the horse shit, so your call,” he said with a chuckle. He had vaguely remembered Alex from years ago, though now how pretty she was, and he’d been kind of stoked to learn that there was an architect in town. Probably desperate for contracts and overjoyed to work with him. All-around good news for him. “Just as long as it’s away from the horses, they kinda freak me out.”

                                                    “Horses are cool. Powerful creatures,” she said. Her favorite thing to do as a kid, was ride Moon; her horse. She’d never felt freer while in Beaumont. “---Huh. I guess that’s the problem. What comes out of their asses is just as powerful,” she murmured the sarcastic comment dryly. Then, the brunette’s dark hues moved down her own figure, taking in the plain jeans and t-shirt. This wasn’t an outfit to wear for a drink. Not in her standards. “Well, I’m living downtown and I’m pretty sure my roommate has an all-nighter at the hospital.” While she wouldn’t hesitate asking him to wait for her to change and head out, the man was a real-estate agent. Their chances of having an actual conversation were much higher when they weren’t too busy trying to hear one another’s voice other over the music. “I can drive us there.”

[alexdumont]

biancaxparkerxbeaumont‌:

“What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?”

                                                  Alex rose her eyebrow whilst tilting her head on the side. “Catherynne M. Valente,” she muttered in appreciation. “You’re a fan?”

[alexdumont]

arthurgord‌:

“To the church. Yeah. You’re right.” Arthur hadn’t thought of that, in his hurry. “Thanks. ‘Ah expect it’ll turn up somewhere.” He hoped. “’S’not like anyone would really want it for themselves,” he mumbled quietly, mostly to himself. 

                                                  “Maybe. Maybe not. You’d be surprised by how often some people crave something just because it’s not theirs,” she stated with a slight shrug of her shoulders. “I just don’t think that’ll be the case here. Natives wear their goodie shoes around town.”

[alexdumont]

THE DUMONT FAMILY. 

Alexandra Dumont, 84. ( grandmother. )

Frederic Dumont. ( grandfather; deceased at 79. ) 

Alexandra Dumont, 25. ( daughter - self. )

Charlie Dumont, 54. ( father. )

Rebekah Dumont, 53. ( mother. )