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AYLA:
“Ugh, that’s a great question. I’m still kinda working to find that him, y’know, but I’ll get to it! Soon, I hope!” she exclaimed, probably sounding more deflated than she had hoped. “Full disclosure, I tried that app too and I totally agree. The guy’s are just way too creepy for my liking. I’m sure one day, years down, we’ll both have a nice steak dinner together, funded by our sugar daddies… That’s the dream.” Ayla let out a small laugh. “God, why didn’t I think of that? YouTube is basically where I learned how to cook scrambled eggs at the age of thirty eight, so I’ll try there first. Wow, yes! And except my show won’t have a boring, giveaway title like Ghost Whisperer. I’ll shout you out in my Emmy speech when I win.”
“ When you do, please hook a sister up because I’ve been waiting for one for fucking years, the DJ gig is a lot of fun but I am broke and the equipment is fucking expensive” she complained; taking a deep, dramatic breath. “ Right?! It’s so fucking scary. I’ve seen Investigation Discovery programs. Fuck steak dinner, imagine this: italian cuisine in Italy founded by our sugar daddies, wine... that’s the dream “ she grinned. “ I swear, YouTube is the holy grail of DIY services. I learned how to stitch thanks to YouTube. Are scrambled eggs all you know how to cook? That’s all I ever dreamed of, if I shall ever get a Grammy, you’ll be in my speech for sure. “
text message | arlo & open
arlo: [ IMG ATTACHMENT ]
arlo: :(
arlo: rip to my cake
jo: inthearmsofanangel.mp3
jo: it's a sad day, we need a wake
jo: do u wish to say some words about your cake?
Text to Jo Jo ✉️
Emily: Of course!
Emily: I'm off today, so whenever you're done at the station.
Jo: have i mentioned you're my favorite?
Jo: i'm done in about an hour, wanna go grab a bite? my treat, to celebrate you being here.
LEO:
Leo couldn’t help but chuckle at her question, shrugging casually in means of an answer as he fiddled with his coffee cup in hand, “Uh, no, none of my siblings were particularly helpful actually. It’s fine, I told them I’d take care of it but you’d think that they’d offer to help at least once, right?” he asked, brow rising in question, trying to hold back the grin on his face. Leo was attempting to seem calm and cool around Johanna but it obviously wasn’t working out too well. “Hey, I like the outfit,” he blurted out, realizing just how insistent he sounded seconds later. Clearing his throat, Leo broke the eye contact so that he could stare intensely at his hands, slight blush spreading across his face, “And, uh, if you ever feel like changing up the white walls you know who to call.” He finally did burst into laughter when the brunette brought up HGTV, finding it hard to believe she actually did spend her time watching the channel. “You like HGTV?” he interrogated, still chuckling throughout the sentence, “I dunno why… I find that hard to imagine. For some reason I thought you’d be spending your time watching Fear Factor or something.”
“ Yeah, that sounds like something siblings would do. Sorry, but that’s just our job. Are there many on your family? “ she questioned before looking at their phone for a brief second, then at the man standing in front of her. “ I don’t have to be at the station for a few hours, if you still need help painting... I am only artistic when it comes to music, but if you don’t need me to paint a landscape, I think I can handle it “ Johanna offered. Then, she looked down at her outfit as the other complimented it, a small smile creeping on her features in response “ You do? Thank you “ she mused, her grin growing slightly bigger by the second at the sight of the man’s face. He was, after all, someone completely different from everything she was used to. She then quirked an eyebrow at his next statement. “ Oh, really? You are too nice. What is your price? I make really good cookies “ she smirked. Then, she shrugged, looking down at her boots and hiding her face. “ I—- listen, the Scott brothers are charming and those kitchens are to die for. Fear Factor? I’ve watched it, but I am not a big fan. Survivor though? Yes. Do you watch Fear Factor? “
Parker wasn’t about to pretend her life hasn’t been in a constant spiral downwards since she decided to deck Nomi—that self centered prick. The strange part was she absolutely didn’t give a shit. Perhaps this is what happens when you peak at 26, only one way to go and it sure as fuck wasn’t up. God—she realized she was more hungover than she thought she was as her stomach lurched a little. “What do you think Lexi? Am I a has been?” she asked the brown-eyes staring up at her as she stuffs another bite of her Bacon and egg McMuffin into her mouth. She watches as her faithful companion turns to look at someone else, her eyes glance over her shades squinting a bit thanks to the harsh light. “See something you like shit head? Or just like staring?”
Johanna rises a brow at the familiar tone and harsh words coming from her friend, a teasing smirk playing on her lips immediately. “ You just have such a beautiful face for me not to stare, Parker “ she mused as she approached the other, handing her one of the two cups she was holding. “ Figured you’d feel as bad as I do, so I brought you some coffee. You are welcome, asshole “ she teased. “ What is all this talk about being a has-been? “
LEVI:
He couldn’t help the quirk of his brow as she explained the term to him. Kids were pretty fucking weird these day, which was something his old man probably had thought multiple times. “I’m glad i at least understand what an Oedipus complex is, which makes me intrigued about this guys dream.” he chuckled a little. A smirk played at his lips which didn’t disappear as she went into what she was doing on the bench for so long so late at night. The smirk stayed but morphed into one of understanding, he had been metaphorically on the same bench almost 20 years ago. “I am. because i have been the one who needed someone to listen and trust me sometimes a stranger is easier to tell your troubles to.” he leaned forward resting his arms on his legs. “Consider me a free therapist.”
The DJ shrugged slightly before smirking almost to herself as she remembered how the night went and the perplexed response from the guy on the other side of the application. “ I think he said something about flying, but if you stay true to the Freudian philosophy... every dream has some Oedipus connotation, right? Freud would’ve been proud of me “ she grinned, which quickly turned into a frown as he unravelled part of his background, in response she simply fidgeted, pulling the tiny lose fabric of her sweater. “ Have you ever been to a free therapist? “ she questioned, raising her eyebrow and taking a deep breath, chewing her inner cheek. “ Everyone’s life is a little fucked up, right? Doesn’t mean anything. “
NORA:
She started laughing lightly, “I could perhaps promise something mind blowing” She had only been in the shop for a few minutes and Nora had already taken a liking to the brunette stranger. She hadn’t had many people ask about what dessert would go best with scotch but her grandfather had always said that something spicy or with cinnamon goes best with a good scotch. “For scotch i would suggest the apple-crisp or even the cinnamon-roll stuffed cupcakes i made today.”
“ I could settle with mind blowing. As long as it changes the whole day around, I’m game “ she granted with a nod of her head before considering the options the blonde had given her. “ Do you have anything that contains any sort of alcohol? I am not big on cinnamon-flavor things if it’s not fireball, but apple-crisp... yeah, I want some of that. Can I have two of that? If I say please, can I get something with chocolate with a discount? “ she joked.
LAUREN:
“On the other side of that ocean I guess”, she shrugged her shoulders and laughed. Then she fumbled for her phone in the pocket of her jacket and gave it to Johanna, so that she could save her number. “I’m Lauren”, she introduced herself. Maybe the day turned out to be better than she had thought. She could definitely use some friends in Oakport and Johanna seemed to be a pretty funny girl.
“ In that case, good to have you here “ the DJ commented with a grin before taking the other’s phone and writing down her number and saving it, handing it to the girl. “ Nice to meet you Lauren, welcome to Oakport. If you need advice or a drink, you know where to find me. Good luck with that mess “ she said, pointing at the boxes.
AMIRA:
Amira raised her brows, hand finding its way to her chin as she pretended to think through the proposition. “I could use some cold hard cash. I’ve got some stuff going on,” she replied, her tone purposefully shifty. “Mmhm, I think you might be right. Should I feel bad? I bet she knows my nan and granddad and will report back to them.”
Johanna nodded along, convinced of herself. “ I have three dollars that could probably get you some items in McDonalds. Otherwise I will have to rob a bank “ she said, pulling out the cash from her back pocket, placing it on the other’s table “Maybe this is why I have charges against me” she murmured. “ If you need a witness I’ll tell your nan and granddad she’s making things up. I mean, it’s not like you’re hacking the FBI, right? “
Text to Jo Jo ✉️
Emily: I listen to you on the radio...
Emily: We moved a couple of weeks ago but I've been getting situated, getting the kids settled and all that fun stuff.
Emily: I have the nose I was born with, yeah...
Jo: you do?
Jo: that's amazing, when will the kids let you go out to see an old friend?
Text to Jo Jo ✉️
Emily: No, don't leave the station. I'll have an angry mob on me in no time!
Emily: So the Carter's have moved and they decided to relocate to Oakport of all places... so I'm here!
Jo: no one's gonna know, when was the last time you listened to the radio ems?
Jo: i need to buy the carters a gift. probably a drink. em, that's amazing! when did you got here? i seriously need to see you soon, it's been so long since i last saw you, do you still have that cute nose?
Text to Jo Jo ✉️
Emily: (Picture of significant Oakport building)
Emily: Guess where I am.
Jo: a ghost town? why didn't you take me with you
Jo: wait
Jo: i know that building
Jo: thats not ny...
Jo: wait... em... i swear if you tell me youre here i'll leave the station mid program to meet you and tackle you idc
Jo: what the hell is happening
How do you feel about Valentine’s Day?
Honesty hour ⇾ accepting
“ I... have never had a valentine in my life. I don’t mind it, I get to eat triple the chocolate and ice cream than on most days. I also get triple the drinks. Who can hate on that? “
LEO:
Leo would be lying if he didn’t use the paint sample as an excuse to talk to Johanna. However, he almost immediately regretted his decision to approach her when she pointed out the paint on his forehead, deciding to leave it as per her advice, but his face was still flushed slightly at the fact that he’d somehow managed to become a walking art piece. “I, uh… I was repainting all day. If that explains it,” he mumbled, sheepish smile on his face as he glanced at the paint samples in his hand. “Uh, yellow’s kinda my favourite colour. And blue’s his, but it feels like a bit of a sad colour for a bedroom. And it’s so dark, I just think it’d be a bit depressing. I dunno, maybe I should’ve checked out some of the reds or something.”
The brunette’s grin grew twice it’s actual size once she heard him talking, looking at the smudge on his forehead. “ And here I thought you had given up on the bartending business and you had chosen to become a painter. Was your brother helping at all? “ she inquired, raising a brow at him. Then, she nodded along with his words, thinking about her answer for a moment. “ I fucked up, didn’t I? Nothing against yellow. Hey, you could make it work. I am in no way an expert if we judge by the white walls on my apartment and my obviously flawless fashion sense “ she joked, looking down at her outfit; skinny jeans, an old band shirt that most likely belonged to her father when he was younger and worn-out combat boots. Then, she looked up at him, “ I am pretty sure you could work with both colors. Maybe three walls could be blue, since it’s his favorite color and have a—- what’s the name? I swear I don’t watch HGTV for nothing. Featured wall!! A yellow featured wall, to give it a little bit of life. “