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lucavalentine:

luca looks up from his phone, and he swears he could feel his heart pause mid-beat when he sees her. it’s been a usual reaction lately, one that reeked of familiarity and one he has become accustomed to. “blanche!” he greets enthusiastically, his phone immediately slips into his shorts and it takes a moment for him to realise that she’s distracted by something. or more accurately, someone. his gaze immediately drops to her notepad, trying to decipher what she’s writing before looking back up towards her subject. eyebrow pucker together, mild confusion contorting his features and his green irises settle back on to her. “what are you writing?” luca inquires.

she’s glad to find she sat down next to someone who won’t distract her too terribly — luca’s the perfect companion when she needs to write — and her lips lift in a small smile at the sound of his voice. "notes,” she replies, blue hues torn from her subject as she meets his, taking in the gift of a boy beside her. “i mean, just look at him,” again she nods her head towards her subject, though her eyes remain on luca. the man is now sipping red wine from a glass, a jane austen novel open in the sand beside him. “nothing he’s doing fits. who brings wine and jane austen novel to the beach during a festival? especially someone like him. it’s fascinating.” turning her attention to her notebook, she jots down a few more notes until she’s satisfied, closing it and setting it on the beach beside her. “i mean, that’s why i came out here — to find subjects.”

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fletcherandy:

“are you seriously letting me and my amazing plan down?”

“sadly i think i’m going to have to. because i have infinitely better things to do.”

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ofaddisons:

adjusting the top of her string bikini, addison let out a small sigh as the wind hit her and she suddenly regretted wearing minimal clothing to this stupid carnival thing. luckily, she’d shoved a hoodie in her backpack so quickly telling sunny to sit, she pulled the fabric over her head. she wasn’t necessarily a big fan of events where the general public were crawling the already narrowed streets of surfside but she’d gotten okay tent-mates and she figured if she brought her dog along, it’d give her an excuse to bail and go back home at any given moment. plucking a corona from a small cooler, she handed the vendor a five dollar bill, taking a seat right on the sand, watching as a few different people walked past her and over to the boardwalk. “it’s gonna be a long week, bud,” she mumbled as the black dog took his spot next to her, a look of excitement on his face. “at least one of us is excited.”

“seems like he’s the only one,” she retorts, stopping beside the girl, glad to have found a friendly face amidst the mass of all too happy beach - goers. bending down, she took a seat next to the firey red - head, setting her notebook on the sand beside her and pulling her knees against her chest, eyes trained on the boardwalk, observing each person that walked by. “it’s a shame we have to do this,” she continued, “but at least you have a get out of jail free card — that dog’s a saving grace.” looking over, she pulls a corona from the girl’s cooler herself, lips twisted in a smile. “don’t worry, i’ll pay you back for this later. i couldn’t handle a weekend like this without at least a bottle of vodka by my side.” she gestures to the bag by her side, the smile never leaving her lips.

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walking along the beach, lips set in a frown, the girl had half a mind to turn around and leave, head back home to her desk & books. but she persisted. not because she wanted to attend a festival that would drain her of both her energy & her time, but because it would be a good place to do some research. to observe the people around her and attempt to add them into her pieces, add something to the collection she was working on. also her editor had all but told her she was required to go — for research sake, of course. so here she was, clad in a black bikini with a jacket hanging off her shoulders, a notebook & pen in one hand, and a scowl on her lips. blue eyes darted back and forth between the people around her, attempting to find a suitable subject. picking one, a man about twice her age sitting on the beach with a jane austen novel sitting next to him, she sat down a few spots behind him, not paying mind to who she sat next to. “interesting,” she murmured to herself, pulling her notebook open and beginning to scrawl a few notes down, eyes trained on the man.

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fletcherandy:

i’m so excited for the best week of the year! so… are you going to play pranks on other people with me or are you gonna risk being one of my targets?

“you can have fun with that all by yourself. i have work to get done.”

[beyrps]

CHARACTER AESTHETIC SERIES : THE WRITER

A PIECE OF WRITING IS LIKE A PIECE OF MAGIC. YOU CREATE SOMETHING OUT OF NOTHING.

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annamria:

looking down at the books that cluttered the table, anna maria took a deep breath before speaking up to approach the girl. using the diner without a purchase was considered an UNACCEPTABLE STAY which meant anna had to get her to BUY something or leave, and being her first day on the job, she was NOT ready to get a glass of water thrown on her by an angry customer. “ HEY! ” she said in her usually happy tone, looking around nervously when the girl spoke up. “ so, i was wondering if you wanted to try our new burger or if i could get you a drink or anything while you decide?? ”

the sight of a waiter at the diner made her face flush a light pink. feeling some shame for her actions, she lifts her blue hues to take in the girl and nods at her words. “i’ll take an espresso,” she returns, mind already running through the list of food options she could try. the truth is, she isn’t really hungry, and she doesn’t want to order food just for it to go to waste. but increasing her order size & the amount she’d spend seemed to be the only way to make up for the fact that she had co - opted the space for her own purposes. “and, uh, maybe some poached eggs as well.”

[joannaorf]

“when you’re alone and life is making you lonely, you can always go downtown.”

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lucavalentine:

“actually,” luca responds in his usual chipper tone. “i came here to ask if you wanted to grab coffee - you seem a little stressed, so maybe some time away from those books will help you rejuvenate.” he suggests. “however, i’ll gladly go and get you an espresso if you want it.”

looking up at him, her expression softens. running a hand through her hair, she bites her lip, running her options through her head. she should stay and research, but a break sounds too good to pass up. “i guess grabbing coffee sounds nice,” she finally replies, lifting herself from her chair to her feet. “i could use a break.”

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celestehq:

gold rays shine through the transparent windows causing a slight glare against to exist against her blank sheet. time to head home, she thinks to herself, taking her leather notebook as she carefully puts it inside her backpack. reaching for her phone, celeste scrolled through her calendar to see when her next client would be. she had time to spare. as she begins to walk towards the exit, she notes something on the floor and as she begins to walk towards it, she hears firm, abrupt words directed at her. they almost seemed as harsh as a parent’s tirade after their teenage girl came home after midnight. “uh… you dropped something,” she responds somewhat confused, pointing at the wallet on the ground beside her.

she’s always been a bit too blunt. razor - sharp edges all that makes up her personality, no room there for second chances or new opportunities. biting her lip at the girl’s words, eyes drifting to the wallet — her wallet, she’d know that worn black leather anywhere, lying on the ground. “oh,” is all she says, bending down to lift it from the ground and throwing it atop the uneven pile of books and pens on the table before her, just another layer added to the mess of her research. “thanks,” she adds, half wondering if she should add more. perhaps an apology? but her rudeness is often foreign to her, hard to decipher from the rest of her personality, hard to tell if it bothers those around her. so she stays silent, leaves it at that, no apology but perhaps an invitation. “well, i’m gonna go grab another espresso from the counter. do you want anything?”

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cxspers:

casper raises his brow at the girl throwing a retort at him before he can even say a word. “actually, that’s exactly why i’m here. to see if you need anything else.” he pauses briefly, his expression looking like he’s considering something before a small smile tugs at his lips while he looks at her. “…and to let you know we’re closing soon.”

her eyes widen at his words and she finally looks up to meet his eyes, annoyance riddled across her features. “already? god, what time is it even?” she searches for her phone amidst her books but comes up empty, and a sigh leaves her lips. “well, do i have enough time for another espresso, at least?”

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fqulogan:

he had been lost in his head lately, but it wasn’t the deep philosophical thinking that he’s usually prone to- it was more of a whitenoise, a radio silence in his brain causing him to space out more than normal. his camera is in his hands and he has to get the summer profile pictures for one of the many websites that he takes pictures for when it comes to touristy things. it may not pay well, but damnit, he takes good pictures and he hopes someday someone will realize it. his eyes zoom in on a tiny child and a dog, and the kid is trying to get the dog to sit but the dog is too excited, he doesn’t actually realize that there’s someone he’s standing in front of until he sees that she’s trying to talk to him. his eyes downcast towards her and he shakes his head, “no, not really. i wasn’t actually coming over here to talk to you,” he raises his camera, focusing on the shot, turning the lenses and then snaps a few photos. the image of the girl and the dog would be good for another website, he thinks. 

a sigh escapes her lips as his voice reaches her ears. someone who isn’t as easy to shake off, who’s persistence will probably make this encounter last longer than she’d like. closing the book in her lap, she lifts her blue hues to watch the boy as he takes a photo. her gaze shifts to take in the subject — a girl and her dog; cute, but all too happy & lighthearted for the girl. “i was trying to work, you know,” she comments, gaze returning to logan. gesturing to the books before her, she adds, “all of this spread out here isn’t for nothing. and i will admit, i’m a little disappointed you didn’t come bearing espresso.” moving to close her notebook, scrawled notes and ideas for new pieces disappearing from view, she lifts herself to her feet, standing next to him. “so, any good subjects here?”

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zvnas:

“you’re right, but doesn’t the thought of harming animals in order to make the product perfect haunt you?” she asked with a slight frown, now clearing her throat after quieting down. “i dunno, i’m sure you can find just as cheap products.”

nodding at the other’s words, her lips part in a small frown. thinking of the impact of her shopping decisions has never been something she’s done, but she could change. maybe. “well, if you can suggest me a cheap option that doesn’t harm animals i’d consider switching over.”

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with books sprawled out before her, each thicker & more dusty than the last, and a notebook covered in black ink, her handwriting a sprawling mess of unintelligible letters, blanche is drowning. not literally, of course, but still she’s floundering. and the stress of it all is causing her normally sharp personality to be more pointed than usual. at the sound of footsteps she doesn’t bother to look up, blue hues still trained on the book open in front of her. “ is there something you want ? because if you aren’t here to offer me a fresh espresso, i don’t have the time for you. ”

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zvnas:

“and that’s why i think you should stop using that shampoo.” zena finally finished ranting, now attempting to catch her breath from talking so fast. “sorry, not to hate on your shit, but i’ve just heard horrible rumors about it.” she fumbled over her words, not bothering to make eye contact with the other.

“but it’s the cheapest in the store,” blanche counters, no real care given to her long tresses. the maintenance of her hair has always been an unwanted chore to the girl, and worries over whether she’s doing it correctly have never entered her mind. “it’s five bucks, max. how can i pass that up ? even if it’s as terrible as you say, the price is still right.”

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alexasup:

She put on her formal performance, not bothering to truly look at the other’s eyes – avoiding any sort of contact with the customer. “ WELCOME. I’m Alexa, and I’ll be your server tonight.” A half smile crossed her lips,  “What can I help you with??”

Barely looking up from her menu, mind preoccupied with thoughts of the mountain of research that awaited her at her apartment ( somehow work seemed to follow her home, leaving her office and trailing the girl, never giving her a moment’s rest ), she doesn’t take in the girl’s greeting. Instead she focuses on the facts before her, her order already leaving her mouth before the brunette had a chance to finish her sentence. “I’ll take a scotch & soda — and to eat, well. . . perhaps just a salad.”

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ooc; i’m hannah & i suck at intros, but i’d love to plot with all of you guys. i have a little short introduction to blanche here for you to peruse & please like this or message me to plot !