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kotaspencer:

Dakota was so late and she knew it, but for the life of her she couldn’t bring herself to care. It was only a few minutes, what kind of harm could that of done. Especially when there was a story to go along with the reason she was less than punctual this fine day.“So, there I was at the Bay Park for my yoga class this morning, you know, like I always am. And as always happens to me, all of my class bailed on the sunrise session so I was by myself. I’m used to it at this point, so I just kept going with my usual. Then out of no where this fish the size of my head jumps up and knocks me off my board. About had a panic attack thinking it was a shark, but anyway, that’s why I’m late. Ready?”

Eyes wide, Ari just listened to her friend talk and explain the story of why she hadn’t come on time. Ariel didn’t mind, honestly, she’d wait for anyone, much less her friend Dakota, but the whole thing was so wild she just stayed mum and waited for her to finish. “A fish? How big was this fish? I’m ready, but. Wow.”

#convo #c: dakota

darcyontherhodes:

Darcy was humming to the beat of Black Violin’s music in her ear as she smiled at the person behind the counter and took her box of cinnamon rolls. It might be a bit too dramatic to say, but she has been dying to get them for the past two days, but didn’t have the chance, and now she could practically taste them already. She wanted to find an empty seat, enjoy her breakfast and then head to the theater for a short shift before her class that afternoon.

It was a great plan, as far as Darcy was concerned, but it almost went up in the air (quite literally in this case), because she played way too much attention to the rolls and not enough on the fact that there was somebody behind her, and as she turned around, she bumped into said person. She lost her balance and the box almost slipped out of her hands, it took several seconds of dread, triyng to get her balance back, and more importantly trying to make sure the rolls didn’t end up on the floor, before she succeeded.

“Fuck, sorry, you’re ok?“

The second she saw who it was stress sank from Ariel’s shoulders, a small smile on her face. Panic had begun to set in when she bumped into the other person, guilt a prominent emotion and fear that they’d be angry, but she knew Darcy, and wasn’t afraid of her. “I’m totally fine, Darce.” Ariel laughed, adjusting her hold on three cups of coffee. “How about you?”

#convo #c: darcy

williamtarcher:

Will didn’t think he’d ever get tired of going for long walks on the beach. This is where he truly felt like he was home again. Where he could be simply breathe away all the stress from work and just relax as he watched the waves crash over each other in the distance.

When he first moved back to Homestead and started walking the beach in the mornings with his dog Trey, his walks hadn’t been exactly relaxing. Trey was a great dog, but he was still holding onto a bit of his spazziness from puppyhood. And walking him on the beach meant there were far too many distractions. Trey could hardly contain his excitement as he raced the waves, tried to catch sea gulls, and barked frantically at a hole in which a crab had just buried itself in. Now, a year later, Trey had managed to calm down a bit, but there were still things that managed to set the dog off.

Running into someone sitting on the beach, at a reachable level was one such thing.

Trey excitedly ran towards the unsuspecting person, quickly jumping up to lick their face, as Will jogged to catch up. “Sorry, sorry! He may look big, but he’s still growing out of his puppy stage.” he apologized to the person as he grabbed Trey’s leash, pulling him away from them.

Ariel had known Will for a long time. Like had embarrassing stories with, knew her nearly inside and out, knew all his favorite confections and gave them to him regularly without charge, long time. And she always loved to see him. A recent commission to her bakery had asked for a cake for a Bed & Breakfast opening that was situated right on the beach, so she’d gone for a stroll to inspire her.

Her legs were folded, sketchbook propped on her lap in front of her, as Ari tapped a pen to her lips, trying to decide how simple or complicated she wanted to go. Soft brown flip flops adorned her bare feet, long legs leading to a loose strappy tank and denim shorts, the bakers hair in a braided crown atop her head. Trey’s interruption, though a surprise, wasn’t something Ari was annoyed by, and she put her stuff down immediately, playing with his ears and murmuring sweet nothings to him. “Hi Trey. Hi handsome boy, how have you been?” Sparkling hazel eyes dart up to Will’s, Ari’s mouth quirking at the sight. “No worries,” she jokes. “I’ve been attacked by much worse.”

#convo #c: will

zaravasquez:

It took years of “training” to properly manoeuvre multiple dogs on a walk. If she’d learned anything, it was that split leads didn’t always make for less time tangled. Zara was only walking JB and Hugo today. It was a relatively quiet time of the year—with the holidays, most of her clients took their pups away with them; kept them around to dress up with bows and bunny ears. Tried to keep them away from chocolate. Weird to think she’d be attending to that this time next year—that she’d be a veterinarian.

She was a little lost in her thoughts, pausing almost automatically when one dog stopped to sniff at someone’s front lawn, and the other dog wound his way around her legs. Zara unhooked the portable bottle hanging around her neck and started to pour some water for Justin Bobby. His tongue lulled out of the side of his mouth. Zara chuckled, fingers in his fur.

Sounds of feet on the pavement had her stepping out of the way.

She could smell it before she even got a chance to see it. Dog poo decorated the middle of the sidewalk, and Hugo scratched his ear with his back paw—completely oblivious. As was the innocent bystander that accidentally stepped right into it. “Oh, watch out!” Zara said, a little too loud and a little too late. “Shit.”

Serves her right for being too lost in her thoughts, was the first thing that came to Ari’s mind when her rosy strappy sandal stepped straight in something suspiciously squishy and not like the pavement. The thirty something entrepreneur had her hair in a low ponytail, the locks waterfalling down her back, the blue tunic dress showing off her long legs. Ending her call and dropping the phone in the bag, Ariel didn’t hesitate to crouch, petting the dogs whose excrement was now decorating her shoes.

“No worries.” Ari said easily, her eyes matching her smile. “I should’ve been paying more attention. Before we were here, the dogs were, right? I’ll just hit my shoe with some water, should be fine.”

#convo #c: zara

homestead-rp-blog

Name: Ariel Renee Raines

Gender: Female, She/Her

Date of Birth: April 2nd 1986 (32)

Place of Birth: No Mans Land

How long has she lived in Homestead?: 20 years

Neighborhood: Key Gate

Occupation: Owner of Ari’s Delicacies

Faceclaim: Sophia Bush

YOU ARE BRAVER THAN YOU BELIEVE, STRONGER THAN YOU SEEM, AND SMARTER THAN YOU THINK.

(trigger warning(s): bullying)

There exists a very short list of people born with no place to call home, and when Ariel took her first breath of sea air, wailing into the salty tinged air of the night, her relationship with the sea would always be cemented. Her parents private boat was a hell of a place to start your life, and it was Ariel’s, no matter how odd. Jason and Whitney, her parents, were from old money, stocks in Disney World kind of money, private club memberships, their name has pull in the mayors office money, and that was the life they brought Ariel back to when they made dock. They loved her and each other, they truly did, but they both had strong personality that occasionally resulted in fights between them. They were always solved, but it gave Ariel a bit of a furrowed brow when she looked at them.

She hated conflict. Always did from a young age, when she’d bring birds nests in the house so that they didn’t get eaten, and how she’d feed a growing number of stray dogs behind the kitchen of the guest house. Little Ari wanted desperately to fix their problems, but she didn’t know how - her solution, gifted to her by one of her governesses, was to bake. Small hands dutifully followed the step by step instructions to make her first batch of chocolate chip cookies (with help), and when she presented them to her parents they laughed, swept her up, planted a kiss on her cheek. So began a love affair that the girl would eventually turn into a career.

School was hard for Ariel, not because of the subjects but because of the people. She was too eager to make friends, to willing to overlook peoples red flags and flaws, and was trampled on time and again. In middle school the teasing started, so she begged her parents to transfer her to another private school where no one would know her. It was there that Ariel met her best friend, a rough and tumble boy who looked at her and saw everything that she was. She didn’t care about his merit scholarships, or that he was far from the same tax bracket as Ariel’s fellow students, and without meaning to fell deeply in love with him.

He was the main one to whom she gave confections, shy and willing, though she kept her feeling about him to herself. Ariel became quite popular in those days by surprise, her high school experience worlds away from middle school, but she never told him how she felt. As is the way of things he started dating someone else and they became a thing, while Ariel kept her emotions in the shadows, her heart breaking when he swept her into a kiss at graduation.

She got a four year degree at a college nearby in business, and then went to culinary school to become better at something that already filled Ariel’s heart with joy. When she came back, proud certificate in hand, her parents bought her a store in celebration for her to work at, and hired a professional pastry chef. She worked under them for a couple of years and now owns her own place - although Ariel has managed to find fulfillment in her professional life, she is still missing something in her personal.

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